Two revolvers were also stuck in his belt. As he appeared on the
threshold there was a prolonged yell which curdled even his inflamed
blood and sent some of the negro women into hysterics.
"Come on," shouted the overseer hoarsely, "thirty of yer ef yer
afraid."
The crowd fell back. "We ain' gwine ter dat ar spook place, no
mattah w'at you do to us."
"Perkins, what IS the matter?" Mr. Baron was heard shouting from the
house.
"Reckon you better come out yere, sir."
"Are the hands making trouble?"
"No sir, sump'n quar's gwine on, what we kyant mek out yit."
Mr. Baron, wrapped in his dressing-gown, soon appeared on the scene,
while Aun' Suke's domain contributed its quota also of agitated,
half-dressed forms. Chunk could not resist the temptation to be a
witness to the scene and in a copse near by was grinning with silent
laughter at his success.
After learning what had occurred, Mr. Baron scoffed at their
superstitions, sternly bidding all to go to their places and keep
quiet.
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