He's just the kind of protector
you need in these lurid times, when it seems as if no one could be
trusted. To think that that boy Chunk, who has been treated so well,
could play us such an infernal trick! His old crone of a grandam
must know something about it, and I'll make her tell. Perkins!" and
Mr. Baron rushed toward the door again.
The ladies had now descended and joined the excited group on the
veranda. Zany was listening with craned neck from the dining-room
door, and other "yard folks," great and small, were gathering also.
"What IS the matter?" cried Mrs. Baron.
Paying no heed to her, Mr. Baron said to his overseer, "Aun' Jinkey
must know about this rascally flight and theft. Bring her here."
"Uncle," said Miss Lou, firmly, "Aun' Jinkey doesn't know anything
about Chunk's disappearance. I've been to her cabin and asked her."
"As if the cunning old witch would tell you anything! Bring her
here, I say, Perkins. It's time the spirit of insubordination on
this place received a wholesome check.
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