Chunk therefore received much
consideration and good counsel by which he had profited. Especially
had Scoville scoffed at the negro's superstitions, telling him that
a fool afraid of spooks was neither fit to be a free man nor a
soldier.
Since Chunk had no imagination and believed absolutely in his master
there were no more "spooks" for him, but he knew well the dread
inspired by that word on the plantation, and it was his purpose to
avail himself of these deep-rooted fears. He heard the colloquy
between Zany and the overseer very distinctly, but so far from
running away, dogged the latter home. Long knife and revolver were
handy in his belt and a heavy club was carried also. Since no
soldiers were around, Perkins was not to be dreaded in the night,
when once his resting-place was known. Crouching a long time in the
shadow of some cedars Chunk watched the overseer's window, but the
light was not extinguished. A sudden suspicion dawned on our
watcher, causing him to chuckle low with delight.
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