As she and Chunk were stealing toward the
kitchen a flash of lightning from the retiring storm revealed a
startling figure--that of Perkins, drenched and bedraggled, his eyes
almost starting from their sockets as he staggered toward his
cottage. Chunk's courage at last gave way; he turned and fled,
leaving Zany in the lurch. Frightened almost to the point of
hysterics, she crept to her bed and shook till morning, resolving
meanwhile to have done with Chunk and all his doings. The next day
Mrs. Baron found her the most diligent and faithful of servants.
Perkins reached his door and looked into the dark entrance, the
gusts having blown out the light. He shook his head, muttered
something unintelligible, and then bent his uncertain steps to the
tavern. The next morning Mr. Baron suspected where he was and went
to see him. The overseer was found to be a pitiable spectacle,
haggard trembling, nervous in the extreme, yet sullen and reticent
and resolute in his purpose never to set foot on the plantation
again.
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