It might make your
young mistress a great deal of trouble, and I should be sorry indeed
if I ever caused her any trouble whatever." Then as he made his way
to the mansion he smilingly soliloquized, "I don't know of any other
question concerning which I would rather give her advice, nor would
it be wholly disinterested, I fear, if I had a chance. At this time
to-morrow," he sighingly concluded, "I may be miles away or dead.
Poor unsophisticated child! I never was touched so close before as
now by her need of a friend who cares more for her than his own
schemes."
Chunk following at a respectful distance became aware that the
overseer was glowering at him. "Bettah 'lebe yo' min', Marse
Perkins," he remarked condescendingly.
"You infernal, horse-stealing nigger!" was the low response.
"Hi! Marse Perkins, you kin growl, but you muzzled all de same."
"The muzzle may be off before many mo' sunsets, en then you'll find
my teeth in your throat," said the man under his breath, and his
look was so dark and vindictive that even in his elation Chunk
became uneasy.
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