Bigger ossifers
'n you ud have ter notice it. Ef I was in yu shoes howsomever, in
huntin' shy game, I could use sech a clar s'picion agin her en be
mo' on my gyard inter the bargain."
"I can use it and will," said Whately, sternly. "Perkins, keep your
eyes wide open in my behalf. If that Yankee or Chunk ever come
within our reach again--the nigger stole my horse and brought the
Yank here too in time to prevent the wedding, I believe."
"Reck'n he did, Leftenant."
"Well, he and his master may be within our reach again. We had
better not be seen much together. I will reward you well for any
real service," and he strode away in strong perturbation.
"Hang your reward," muttered Perkins. "You think you're goin' ter
use me when the boot's on t'other foot. You shall pay me fer doin'
my work. I couldn't wish the gal nuthin' worse than ter marry you.
That ud satisfy my grudge agin her, but ef I get my claws on that
nigger en dom'neerin' Yank of a master"--his teeth came together
after the grim fashion of a bulldog, by way of completing his
soliloquy.
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