Chunk's words had brought her to a darkening forest and her dead
lover, and there she stayed.
Seeing how unconscious she was Aun' Jinkey whispered enough in
explanation to enable Mrs. Waldo to comprehend the girl's condition.
"We must make her sleep," said the lady decisively, and under her
wise ministrations the stricken girl soon looked almost as if she
were dead. Having kindly reassured and dismissed Aun' Jinkey, Mrs.
Waldo watched Miss Lou as she would have kept vigil with one of her
own daughters.
CHAPTER XXXIII
CONSPIRATORS
Perkins was very ill at ease that night, from a haunting suspicion
that Chunk had returned. "Pesky nigger'll have a revolver, too, most
likely, en be crazy ter use it! Haint been 'mong them cussed Yanks
fer nothin'!" There was therefore little disposition for a night
hunt after one who knew every inch of the region besides being as
stealthy and agile as a cat. The blow from which his head still
ached had a warning significance. Coarse, ignorant and
superstitious, he was an easy victim to the tormenting fears of his
own bad conscience.
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