Whether he had been killed or captured, no one knew, but Chunk
resolved to find out before morning at all risks. Yet in the
darkness and rain he felt much confidence in his ability to elude
danger, for he knew every inch of the ground and of numerous places
for concealment.
He set about his task in the most matter-of-fact way, resolving to
begin operations with a good supper. At this early stage Aun' Jinkey
and her cabin were both forgotten, and the poor old woman was half
dead from terror. When Chunk tapped at the one window, she feared
the spooks of dead soldiers had already begun their persecutions.
Never was there a more welcome and reassuring sound than the
impatient voice of her grandson, and she soon so rallied as to get
him something to eat.
"I darsn't come in," he said. "I got ter be whar I kin run en hide.
Now granny, lis'n wid all yo' ears. Marse Scoville killed, woun'ed
or took. I'se gwine ter fin' out which. Wen dey gits mo' settle down
lak anuff dey be lookin' fer me yere, en I kyant come yere no mo',
but I kin git ter Miss Lou's winder ef she hab no light in her room.
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