The field-hands are buzzing like bees, en I
kyant get nothin' out of 'em."
"Well, Perkins, be watchful. Do your best. God only knows what's
coming. You are well armed, I suppose?"
"You may reckon that, sir, en I'll use 'em too, ef need be. The
hands are cute, mighty cute. I kyant lay my finger on any one in
particular, but they're all a sort of bilin' up with 'citement."
"Best to stay among them and be stern and vigilant." When Perkins
withdrew Mr. Baron said to his niece with strong emotion, "You see
we are beset with danger, and you talk of reasoning and pleading
against my best efforts for your safety. There! I'm too harassed,
too overwhelmed with weighty subjects for consideration, to discuss
this matter further. I must give my attention to securing some
papers of vital importance."
Miss Lou departed with the feeling that dangers were thickening on
every hand, and that she was only one of the causes for anxiety in
her uncle's mind. She knew it would be useless to say anything to
her aunt; and with a longing for a little sympathy and advice, she
resolved on another visit to her old mammy, Aun' Jinkey.
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