"I'm in desperate straits, and I don't
know what to do."
The trap-door was lifted instantly, and Scoville was about to
descend.
"You mustn't do dat!" exclaimed Aun' Jinkey. "We's all in mis'ry
anuff now."
"I hope that in no sense I am the cause of it," said Scoville,
earnestly.
"Oh, no," replied Miss Lou, wiping her eyes hastily, "not directly.
Pardon me, I forgot for the moment that you were here. My trouble is
with my family, and you have nothing to do with it except as you
Yankees are coming South and making trouble of every kind."
"Well, Miss Baron," said the scout, regarding her sympathetically
through the open door, "it is too late to talk about our coming
South. Isn't there something I can do for you, to show my gratitude
and good-will?"
"Oh, no, indeed!"
"De bes' ting you kin do, Marse Scoville, is ter shet dat do' an'
kep still; den git back ter yo' folks soon ez you kin trabble. We
uns got des ez much ez we kin stan' up un'er, en ef dey foun' you
yere, hit ud be de worl' comin' ter smash.
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