Ole Perkins tink you Mad Whately comin' ter play de debil
trick en let you tek Marse Scoville way quietly, en de gyard won'
'fere wid you nudder, kase dey un'er yo' cousin. You kin go en lead
Marse Scoville right off, en if Perkins follow I settle 'im."
"Do you think there's no other way?" Miss Lou asked, with 'quick,
agitated breathing.
"Fo' de Lawd, I doesn't."
"I don't know what they would do to me in the morning, I'd be sent
away. Oh, you can't realize the risk I would take."
"'Spects not, mistis. I ony know Marse Scoville tek mo' resk fer you
ef he could."
Chunk had touched the right chord now. She set her white face like
flint in the darkness, and said, "I'll make the attempt, no matter
what happens to me."
"Den I des sneak out en get he coat en trousers," Zany whispered.
"Yes."
"En, Miss Lou, you des come out de house dis away wid me en Zany,"
Chunk added. "Less charnce er bein' stopped. We kin go troo de
gyardin end de bushes till we mos' whar we kin see Marse Scoville.
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