I don't believe there's a Yank livin' that could
a fooled me last night, 'less he had yer clo's on en yer walk."
"My uniform and hat hung on the chairs beside me, just where they
had been put when I went to sleep."
"Jes' tell me ef the do' o' yer room wuz locked."
"I wasn't in a room. I slept at the end of the hall."
"Then enybody could git 'em en put 'em back while you wuz asleep."
"She couldn't knock you senseless. You're talking wild."
"I've schemed that out. Thar's tracks in the gyardin not so blinded
but they kin give a hint ter a blind hoss. Thar's a track nigh whar
I fell mighty like what that infernal nigger Chunk ud make. Beyond,
ez ef some uns had hidden in the bushes, right in the gyarden bed,
air two little woman-like tracks en two men tracks."
Whately ground his teeth and muttered an oath.
"I don't s'pose I kin prove anything 'clusive," resumed Perkins, "en
I don't s'pose it ud be best ef I could. Ef she was up ter such
deviltry, of co'se you don't want hit gen'ly known.
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