Chunk had shaken with silent laughter
as he saw that their scheme was working well, but he never took his
eyes from Perkins. Crouching, crawling, he closed on the overseer's
track, and when the man passed into the garden, the negro followed.
As Scoville accompanied Miss Lou, he soon ventured to breathe her
name in a tentative way. "Hush!" she whispered. Then his heart beat
thick with overpowering emotions of gratitude, admiration and love.
Entering the garden, she led the way quickly toward Aun' Jinkey's
cabin, and at a point where the shrubbery was thickest about the
path, turned suddenly, put her finger on her lips, and breathed,
"Listen."
They distinctly heard steps following and drew back into the bushes.
Then came the thud of a blow and the heavy fall of a man. The blow
was so severe that not even a groan followed, and for a moment all
was still. Then Chunk, like a shadow, glided forward and would have
passed had not Miss Lou whispered his name.
"Foller me," he answered breathlessly.
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