"I thought I yeared voices down by the run."
"Reck'n you bettah go see," said Zany in rather high tones.
"What the dev--what makes yer speak so loud? a warnin'?"
"Tain' my place ter pass wuds wid you, Marse Perkins. Dem I serbs
doan fin' fault."
"I reckon Mr. Baron'll do mo'n find fault 'fore long. I bettah say
right yere en now I've got my orders 'bout that nigger Chunk. Nobody
kin save 'im ef caught. You've been followed before in your night-
cruisin' en you're lookin' fer some one. Ef there's trouble, Miss
Baron kyant say I didn't give warnin'. Now that the sogers is gone
I'm held 'sponsible fer what goes on," and he stalked away.
He did not wish to come into an open collision with Miss Lou again
if he could help it--not at least while the Waldos remained. He had
concluded that by a warning he might prevent trouble, his self-
interest inclining him to be conservative. Confederate scrip had so
lost its purchasing power that in its stead he had recently
bargained with Mr. Baron for a share in the crops.
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