"
Whately, trained in alert, soldierly ways, slept on the sofa in the
parlor near his men. One after another the lights were extinguished,
and the house became quiet. Chunk was stealing away with his plunder
through the shrubbery in the rear of the house, when he was suddenly
confronted by Zany. "Hi! you niggah!" she whispered, "I'se cotch you
now kyarin' off nuff vittles ter keep you a mont. You gwinter run
away."
"You wan ter run wid me?" asked Chunk, unabashed.
"What you took me fer?"
"Fer better er wuss, w'ite folks say. Reck'n it ud be fer wuss in
dis case."
"I reck'n de wuss ain' fur off. I des step ter ole mars'r an' tell
'im ter 'vestigate yo' cabin dis eb'nin'," she said, and, with a
great show of offended dignity, she was about to move away.
"Look yere, Zany, doan yer be a fool. Doan you wanter be a free
gyurl?"
"Ef you had me fer wuss I'd be des 'bout ez free ez Miss Lou w'en
she mar'ed ter Mad Whately."
"Hi! you year dat, too?"
"I got eyes, en I got years, en you ain' gwinter light out dis night
en lebe yo' granny en we uns.
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