When she was dismissed she watched her opportunity, whisked up to
Miss Lou's room, and was glad to find the girl still awake.
"Oh, Miss Lou," she whispered breathlessly, "I des got de orfulest,
quarest news, en I darsn't kep hit eny longer. Marse cap'n en Mad
Whately gwine ter fight 'bout you fo' sun-up."
"What!"
"Dey sut'ny is. Dey gwine ter fight one anoder 'bout you wid
'volvers--fight ter de deth dey said. I yeared dem troo de dine-room
winders."
"Oh, Zany! this is horrible!"
"Hit mout be wuss. Yo' cousin hot fer hit. He say orful tings ter
marse cap'n who didin't gib back a inch en sez, sez he, 'I challing
you. Shoose yo' weapons en place ob meetin" Dem he berry words. Den
yo' cousin shose 'volvers en de far side ob de grobe up dar en said
'we fight ter de deth.' Deth useter seem orful, Miss Lou, but sech a
heap ob mens die dat ef Mad Whately des set on dyin', w'y not let
'im hab he way? Dat orter suit 'im bes'. I reck'n he mek we uns en
Marse Scoville en Chunk berry lil trouble arter he dead.
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