P'raps w'en Chunk 'splain all you see tain ez bad. Hi! Miss Lou, you
musn't took on so," for the girl was wringing her hands and rocking
back and forth in agony. "Folks s'picion dat Chunk yere en dat ud be
de eend ob him, sho. He ain' seen Marse Scoville daid sho. He on'y
see 'im fall. Chunk wanter see you en he mighty skeery 'bout hit,
kaze ef Perkins get on he track he done fer. He ain' see he granny
yit en he darsn't come dar twel hit late. He larn ter toot lak a
squinch-owl frum Marse Scoville en he tole me dat when he come agin
he toot. I nigh on run my legs off follerin' up tootin's o' nights,
fer dey wuz on'y pesky squinch-owls arter all. Dis eb'nin' I year a
toot dat flutter my heart big en I knowed 'twuzn't no squinch-owl
dis time, sho," and so Zany ran on in her canny shrewdness, for she
perceived she was gaining Miss Lou's attention and giving time for
recovery from the blow.
Miss Lou had a despairing conviction that Chunk would not have
returned alone unless his master was dead, but her mind quickly
seized upon the element of uncertainty and she was eager to see the
negro.
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