To-morrer, ef Chunk en that scout's in these diggin's I'll know
hit."
He was aware that the few dogs left on the plantation would make no
trouble for one they knew as well as they did Chunk, but he could
rely on the brute which he kept in his own quarters--a bloodhound,
savage to every one except his master.
"Grip will smell out the cussed nigger in the mawnin' ef he's been
around," he assured himself before beginning his nightly debauch.
"What's mo', Miss Baron ain't so high en mighty now she knows I'm
comin' to be the rale boss on the place. She didn't even squeak w'en
I gin my warnin' ter night."
Although Chunk knew his danger and was cautious, he was disposed on
the first night of his arrival to take some serious risks in order
to carry out the schemes dwelt upon during the long days of skulking
home. Naturally fearless he had acquired much of Scoville's soldier-
like and scouting spirit. The young officer had associated his
dwarfish follower with the service rendered by Miss Lou and was
correspondingly grateful.
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