I sut'ny put a spoke in yo' wheel dat
stop hits runnin'."
Chunk was now convinced that he would have to take Zany into his
confidence. He looked cautiously around, then whispered rapidly in
her ear. "Hi!" she exclaimed, softly, "you got longer head dan
body."
"I kin reach ter yo' lips," said Chunk, snatching a kiss.
"Stop dat foolishness!" she exclaimed, giving him a slight cuff.
"Zany, keep mum ez a possum. Dere's big times comin', en no un kin
hender um, dough dey kin git deysefs in a heap ob trouble by
blarnations. De Linkum men soon gwine ter be top of de heap an I'se
gwinter be on top wid um. Dar you be, too, ef you stan's by Miss Lou
en me."
"Ve'y well, but I'se gwinter keep my eye on you, Marse Chunk."
"Reck'n you will, kaze I am' gwinter be fur off; en ef you puts yo'
eye on some oder man, you soon fin' he ain' dar." With this ominous
assurance he stole away.
Soon afterward the hoot of an owl was heard again; shadows
approached the cabin; Scoville, assisted by Chunk, joined them, and
there was a whispered consultation.
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