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"Heaps de mattah, Miss Sunshix
heaps. I dan met np wid mo' dan fo'
bushels o' trubble! I'ze news fur yo'
44 You-yon met some one who to
yon about Mr. Kenton?0
"Fur shore! Dat Cap'an Wyle lie
yo'! Mars Kenton he dun git aw;
arter dat battle, 'long wid Steve Bra
"Thank God!" she whispered as s)
raised her clasped hands to the brig!
stars in the winter sky.
"But dar's trubble, Miss Sunshine
heaps o' trubble! Dey was tryin to g
ober yere when some gorillas reckon?
. dey was Yankee spies an dun short*
Mars Kenton, fie hain't dead, but he
bad hurt, an he's lyin in the bresh a
rocka down yere 'bout a mile. I mi
dat Steve Brayton, an he dun tole nc
"Royal Kenton wounded-badly hu:
and lying in the brash this winter
night!" moaned Marian as she grasps
Uncle Ben hy the arm.
"Hist dar!" he cautioned. "W
mustn't woke up de missus or dat Bas
ter woman. Now, den, yo' be brav?
Yo's got to be! Steve Brayton he du
said I was to bring back blankets a
bandages ansunthin to eat. We mus
step around mighty softly an pick 'er
44And I will go back with you! Go
grant that his life may te spared!"
"Hush, chile! Yo' can't go wid m
tonight, but tom orrer. Bat's what Stev
Brayton dun said. When I git bac
dar, 111 see Mars Kenton wid my ow.
eyes, an I'll tell him all 'bout yo, a:
FU stay right dar all night an nus
"Ob, Uncle Ben, but I feel that
must go to him"
"Hush! Yo' jess git all dem fing
what I spoke of packed up fur me a
quick as yo' kin an let me go back! I
yo' want dem gorillas to finish Mar
Kenton, yo' jest make a foss so da
Mrs. Baxter will open dem big ears o
bern an find Out de news!"
As was stated in a previous chapter
Captain Wyle's company, along witl
Others, had been returned to the valle;
and placed under the orders of Genera
Im boden. Ike Baxter and the other
captured at Kernstown had rejoined tb?
company when exchanged. Ike fell
more than ever that Royal Kenton wai
an enemy he must get rid of, and Cap
tain Wyle encouraged this feeling ir
various ways, though never openly anc
directly committing himself. On twc
occasions Ike had been granted leave ol
?bsence to visit his wife. Both times
he had met her secretly.
The spirit which animated this hum?
ble twain will surprise only those whc
have never encountered the "pooi
whites" of the south. Nine out of ten
of the bloody and long continued feuds
we read of in southern communities
begin among the poor and ignorant.
The cause is generally cf trifling char?
acter. The "poor white" may be hum?
bled by the law, but outside of the
courtroom he bates with an intensity
hard to realize. He is persistent, cun?
ning, merciless. Ike Dexter had never
had an ambition in his life up to the
hour be enlisted. He could barely read
and write, was naturally lazy and in?
different and felt no pride in anything
except the fact that be was "better than
a nigger." When be found that cor?
porals and sergeants were looked up to
and respected, there came a queer feel?
ing in his heart. He could not credit
it at first, but Captain Wyle aided him
.in his mental struggle. The day came
'when Ike had an ambition and a burn?
ing desire. It was to be a corporal or
sergeant. In his wild dreams of glory
he did not stop there. He determined
to go higher and become a lieutenant or
captain. As soon as he was given to
understand that Royal Kenton stood in
his way it was but natural with one of
his nature to determine to remove the
obstacle by any means possible.
Before the war the "Yankee," both
as a man and as the representative of a
section of the republic, had few friends
in the south. He was supposed to be
hostile to ell southern "institutions."
The more ignorant the southerner the
more heartily he hated and despised the
citizen of the north. He believed what
the fire eating politicians pretended to
believe and often asserted. The John
Brown raid upon slavery in Virginia
and the events in "Bleeding Kansas"
served to intensify the sectional hate of
the "poor whites." Thus it was that
Ike Baxter, picking up his crumbs of
history and his bits of information on
current events at the doors of the livery
stable or around the stove of the bar?
room, was something of a local cham?
pion in the matter of Yankee hating. If
Kenton had not stood between him and
military glory, he would still have felt
a bitterness toward him as a mau born
in the north. Uncle Ben's cantious ap?
proach to the house cn this night had
reference only to Mrs. Baxter. There
wss another man stealing through the
. darkness and making a noiseless ap?
proach at the same time-Ike Baxter.
Neither Uncle Ben ncr Marian Percy
caught a sight of him, but he noticed
their every movement and drew his own
conclusions. The gun which the old
man bad been told to secure was in his
room in the little house. He had de?
parted from Rest Haven without being
seen or his absence noted by the wom?
an, but his return aroused her, and her
sharp eyes were upon bim as he carried
away the firearm and loaded himself
with the bundles Marian had prepared
and broucht to the door. She wa3 dress
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ing to follow bim as be disappeared
down the highway, having a dim sus?
picion of the state of affairs, when Ike
knocked at ber window and was admit?
ted. In less than a minute be bad re?
lated what be saw outside, and she bad
told him of Uncle Ben taking the gun.
"Whar's be tm bound for?" queried
"Dunno, bot snnthin's happened sum
waar I Yo* must f oller bim !"
"Has tbat Yankee bin yere?"
I "No, but tbe gal's beam news, far
?bore! Reckon be un may be ly in ont
around yere sum wt ar, and the nigger's
takin out stuff to bim! Git right arter
be un. Ike, and if yo' find tbe Yankee
go'n tell Captain Wyle and bey bim
cum witb bis critter company!"
uril do better'n that!" grimly te
plied tbe man as be stepped out into
tbe night. "If I find that Yankee around
yere, I'll put a bullet into him fust and
tell Captain Wyle next!"
Uncle Ben bad only a few hundred
yards tbe start, and the man on bis
trail soon lessened the distance until be
could bear tbe old man's footsteps and
make out a shadowy form through tbe
darkness. There seemed nothing more
certain than tbat be would follow on j
and uncover the hiding place of the f u- j
gitives. For nearly three-quarters of a j
mile the slave messenger bad but one
idea-to return to Steve Brayton as fast
as possible. He was hurrying along
when a sudden thought ?ashed through
bis brain, and be instinctively stepped
aside and baited to listen.
"Hew do I know but what dat wom?
an dun beard me git de gun an is fol
lerin me?" be whispered to himself.
"She'd do it! She's powerful wicked,
she am! An mebbe some mo' of dem
gorillas am waitin long yere to grab me
an gi y me anodder whippin!"
He was listening as well as whisper?
ing, and after a minute be beard tbe
sounds of footsteps coming down tbe
road. He drew back into the deeper !
shadow of the high bank, dropped bis |
bundles, and taking a firm grip of his
gun he mentally resolved to make a
fight for it if he was overhauled by the
same crowd as before. A few seconds
later he realized that only one person
was approaching. The footfalls were
too heavy for a woman. He bad just
decided this point when a man loomed
up in the darkness before bim and halt?
ed almost within arm's length to mut?
"Drat my hide, but bas that ole nig?
ger left the road an giv me the slip? I
heard he un only a mimt ago, but him's
dun gone now!"
It was Ike Baxter of course. He stood
peering and listening for half a minute
and then growled:
"I orter hev run be un right down
an made him show me the way! Now
the cussed Yankee may git away from
me! No, be won't though! I'll hnnt
over every foot of this country but what
I'll find him an bev bis scalp!"
Uncle Ben did not recognize the man
at all, as it bad been many months
since be bad heard Ike Baxter's voice.
It was instantly plain to him, however,
that the mau was a determined enemy
and was seeking Royal Kenton's life.
Ike took three cr four steps forward and
stopped again to listen. Noiselessly
and with such a feeling as he bad never
experienced before Uncle Ben clubbed
his gun, took one silent step forward
Uncle Ben clubbed his gun.
and next instant brongbt the heavy
stock down' upon Ike's head and felled
bim to the earth. The man sank down
without a cry or groan, and after wait?
ing half a minute the old man gasped
"May de good Lawd dun forgive me,
but I had to do it fur Miss Sunshine's
He picked up his bundles and has?
tened on and 10 minutes later was tell?
ing Steve Brayton what had happened.
"Glad of it!" replied the latter.
"Beckon I orter go up thar and make
shore he's dead, fur I sorter think his
name are Ike Baxter. Hain't got no
time, though-not jest now. This way,
They passed between two great bowl?
ders which had fallen from the bank
above, followed a ravine into the hills
for about 200 feet, and after a climb up
the right hand bank found the hiding
place among tho rocks. There was a
small fire burning against a great bowl?
der, and on a bed of leaves and branch?
es lay Royal Kenton with a bullet
wound in the calf of the right leg. It
was a bit of good luck for him in the
midst of adversity tbat the bullet had
passed clear through without touching
the bone. It was a painful and tem?
porarily disabling wound, and he had
lost much of his strength before tho
bleeding could be checked, but he was
inclined to make light of the situation
as Brayton and Uncle Ben appeared.
! The "old darky knew Kenton only
! sight, bot the sight of him lying tb<
j in that helpless condition was a call I
! him to throw himself down on hiskn(
I and moan out:
j "Fo' de Lawd an io' de Lawd, b
I what am Miss Sunshine gwine to say
i do when she knows dat he has b
shotted wid a dozen bombshells?"
Kenton soon made the situation pla
to him, and then as the two talked abo
affairs at the bouse Steve Brayt
washed and bouuduptbe wound af res
made up a comfortable bed, arrangi
one of the blankets for a shelter ai
saw that Kenton ate as well as talke
The adventure which Uncle Ben had <
the road was felt to be another mena
to be guarded against. After leavii
the house where they had taken brea
fast and encountered the Confedera
sergeant, they had hastened up the si?
of the mountain and headed direct f?
Best Haven. Within an hour they foui
that a number of men were on the
trail, and two or three times dozing tl
day they were obliged to bide then
selves for an hour or two. No sho
were exchanged until about 5 o'clock i
the evenirg, and then they were fin
upon by three men in ambush. Kentc
was hit and fell, bnt he struggled o
and made a run of it, with Steve Bra:
ton covering his retreat. Pain and loi
of blood finally brought the wounde
man down again, and he appealed 1
Steve to leave him and make his ow
"Couldn't think of, it, Yank-cooldn
possibly play any sich dirt on a ma
who bas font 'longside o' me so often!
was the hearty reply. "Thar was onl
three of 'em when they tust popped a
tis, and I'm sartin shore thar hain't bu
two now, and mebbe ene o' them is wus
off than yo' ar'! I hain't been shooti
five or six times jest fur the fun of it
If yo' can't walk, yo've got to be cai
Heeding none of Kenton's protests,th
faithful fellow got him on his back an?
picked his route through scrubs and ove
rocks until he reached the spot wher
Uncle Ben found them. He knew it wa
within a mile or two of Rest Haven
and he was about starting for the hons?
when the old man came along.
"I'll take a trot up the road and sei
how the nigger's dead man is,"sai<
Steve when he could do no more fo:
Kenton. "It's my everlastin opinyui
that the chap will turn out to be lkt
Baxter, and I shan't be overly sorry i:
sich ar' the case. I'll hev to git th<
body outer the way anyhow, befo' any
body stumbles over it."
In the course of 2U minutes he reach?
I the spot, but no man, living or dead
was to be found. He made a thorongl
hunt, but nothing could be discovered.
Uncle Ben returned to the house a
midnight^ nd found Marian anxiously
waiting for news. Royal Kenton ha(
told him what to tell her, and while sh<
was comforted in one direction she wai
frightened in another. If Kenton anc
Brayton had been followed ever th?
mountains and blood had been shed,
! would the pursuit cease until they bac
been bunted down? If the man whon:
Uncle Ben had struck down in the dark?
ness was Ike Baxter, wouldn't his in
i formation bring Captain Wyle and his
company into the neighborhood at once;
Provided it was not Ike Baxter at all, it
certainly was an enemy of some sort,
who woald demand revenge. The out?
look was indeed an anxious one, bul
they could only wait and hope.
j It waa well for the mother that she
' was too ill to realize that anything un?
usual was happening. The doctor had
exercised bis skill to no benefit, and
? though permitting Marian to hope that
a favorable change might occur he re?
alized that the chances of recovery were
veiy remote. All that long night she
lay as one sleeping heavily, and but for
the many distractions the daughter
would have noticed that the change was
for the worse.
Neither Marian nor Uncle Ben had
reason to suspect that Mrs. Baxter had
seen or heard anything that night, but
she must soon know all. The girl had
determined that Kenton should be
brought to the house and cared for. The
thought of his rude shelter, wounded
and suffering as he was on that cold
winter's night, almost drove her wild.
It was hardly 7 o'clock in the morning,
and she had simply tasted breakfast,
when she went out to Uncle Ben and
"I am ready to go and can't wait an?
other minute. We will take some more
provisions, but I shall have Mr. Kenton
brought to the house."
"What about dat woman?" he asked.
"I don't care for her. if she doesn't
like his being here, she can go."
"Jest look into her room. Miss Snn
The door was ajar, while the woman
! herself was at the other house. There
j was a bloody towel on a chair, bloody
I water in a washbowl, spots of blood on
I a chair and on the floor,
j "It looks as if some one had sought to
j murder her!" exclaimed Marian as she
looked about in astonishment.
"I know what happened," replied
i Uncle Ben. "Dat pnsson I knocked in
i ter de middle o' last summer was Ike
! Baxter, fie was fcllerin me from de
j house. Boaf of* 'em knowed what was
! up. He cum to arter a bit an cum yere
j to hev his hurts tooken car' of. I heard
j a noise 'bout daylight, an I reckon dat
? was when he left."
"I'm glad you didn't kill him, but 1
expect Mrs. Baxter will now feel like
taking revenge upon the whole house?
hold. Let us be going."
! Half an hour later they were chal
\ lenged by Steve Brayton, who had al
I ready prepared breakfast for the wound
' ed man and was able to report that Ken
i ton had passed a comparatively comfort
I able night. He met them just outside
the camp, and with a wink to Uncle
Ben he said to Marian.
"Go right along, Miss Percy; he un's
heard yo'r voico and is waiting fur yo'.
I want to speak a word or two to Uncle
"What yo' want to spoke to me
j 'bout?" cautiously inquired the old man
! after they had walked away a few steps.
"Nuthin, yo' old son of Africa!" an
swered 'Steve. "Don't yo" un know
what b'longs to good manners? D' yo'
reckon that gal Wants anybody around
when she frist claps eyes on the feller
she loves like a house afire and is gwine
to marry arter this cussed scrimmage is
"Hu! 1 see!" chuckled Uncle Ben.
"Of co'se yo' sees arter I bas pinted
out the way, but then yo* is only an
ole nigger and can't be spected to hev
any feelin's onless kicked by a male or
licked by a passel of guerrillas."
Ben then told him of the discoveries
made at the house and of his belief that
his victim was Ike Baxter, and Steve
Iooket very serious as he replied:
"Then yo' kin bet we ar' in fur a red
hot time! Ike Baxter will be back befo'
noon with a gang at his heels, and the
chances ar' that somebody will git
At this moment Marian called to
them, and as they entered the camp they
found ber dressing Kenton's wound and
preparing for his immediate removal to
the house. While the raiding party had
stolen the horses, as before mentioned.
The girl had determined that Kenton
should be brought to the house.
none of the vehicles had been taken,
and she argued that it would be easy
for the two men to get Kenton down to
the road and then convey him to the
house in one of the carriages. He looked
upon the pHn favorably, but .when she
tamed to Sieve Brayton be said :
"Beg pardon, miss, but I can't agree
with yo'. Yere ar' the situation : Over
thar on the other road yisterday niawn
in we uns was tooken fur Yankee spies.
He un's a Yank straight 'nuff, bat not
a spy, while I'm a party good rebel, as
the t'other side calls as. We ans had a
fuss with a fool of a Confederate, and
he got help and tried to ran as down.
It wasn't over two miles away that I
dropped one and winged another. Is
that plain to yo'. Miss Percy?"
"Waal, them critters hain't goin to
give it up without knowin who we ar'
and all about ns. We uns will hear
from them today fur shore. Then thar
is Ike Baxter to look out far. Pity yo'r
nigger didn't strike a leetle harder and
finish him, bat it seems that Ike got
away. He an was probably sent to spy
on yo', and yo' kin bet that Captain
Wyle and bis critter company hain't tur
off. We shall also bear from them befo'
the day's over."
"Well, suppose we do?" asked Ma?
rian. "Mr. Kenton has been trne and
loyal to Virginia and the south. He is
here in Confederate uniform and has
only escaped from the Federals after be?
ing taken prisoner in another battle.
Suppose the Confederates do come?"
"That's yo'r way of lookin at it, Miss
Percy," said Steve as he twirled his hat
in his bands. "My way is a leetle differ?
ent. Captain Wyle, Ike Baxter and the
rest of the crowd want revenge. If they
find Mr. Kenton in yo'r house, they'll
take him ont and carry bim off to some
camp. They'll use him rough. They'll
make charges. They'll stick right to
him till they hev his life. I'm not fig
gerin on myself 'tall. If they don't
shoot me offhand, I'll git court mar
tialed and be chained up sumwhar till
the eand of the war. Fact is, Miss Per?
cy, I've jest about dun cut loose from
this glorious old southern confederacy
and gone over to the Yanks!"
"Then what would yon advise?"
"Leave he nn right yere fur awhile.
We nns' got two guns and a revolver,
and if the crowd comes we km stand
'em off a good deal better than at the
house. Meanwhile let Uncle Ben sot out
down the valley to find the Yankee sol?
diers and tell 'em what's up. If 'nuff
of 'em cum, and they cum in time, we
will be all right. If not, we might as
well say our prayers!"
Both Marian and Kenton realized the
situation as he presented it, and within
five minnies Uncle Ben had his instruc?
tions. It was believed that he would
run across Federal cavalry within 10
miles of Best Haven. He was to ask for
General Custer, and if he found that
commander to ask him in the name of
the Percys to come at once. He was to
call at the house and say to Mrs. Baxter
that Marian would be home within an
"And while yo' un's yere to look ont
far the patient," said Steve Brayton to
the girl as the old man moved away.
"IT1 jest git ready fur tho call I'm ex
The camp had plenty of natural de?
fense, but by moving some of the bowl?
ders with a lever and using such stones
as he could lift as "chinking" he had
the place proof against anything but ar?
tillery within an hour. While he works
and Marian ?and Kenton plan let us fol?
low Uncle Ben. He had been intrusted
with a message to Mrs. Baxter, but on
his arrival at tho house he failed to find
her. Entering her room in the "quar?
ters" in his search, he found things in
such disorder that he felt certain she
had packed up a few articles and fled
from the place. Under no other circum?
stances would he have dared to look
into the bedroom of the "missus" in the
other house. Alarmed at the thought
that she was helpless and abandoned, he
ventured to intrude. She was lying with
her face toward him. and the first glance
brought a moan to his lips. He called to
her, passed into the room, called again
and finally reached out and touched the
white and wasted hand resting on the
cover. It was cold as ice. He pushed
forward an old black hand which had
served her and hers for half a century
and more and laid it on her face.
"Fo' do great Lawd in heaben, but
do missus has dun died!" he cried aloud
as he hurried from tho room with chat?
tering teeth and trembling limbs. She
had seemed to be sleeping when Marian
I Je?t tli?li?use aa hour or more bei?.
: but she might have been dying th
The old man's first thought was to h
j ry back to camp and tell the girl w
j had occurred, but as he moved away
j checked himself and muttered:
"Jest wait now till we figger a leei
: De good Lawd has dun tooken de mis
I away, an my ole heart's ready to br?
I wid sorrow, but I mustn't give up to
j feelin. Dar's Miss Sunshine, an da
! Mars Kenton an dat soger Steve, de
j all alive an in danger. If I tole M
I Sunshine, she couldn't do nufiBn n
j 'cept to wing her hands an cry. Nc
j won't go back dar! I'll hurry up
; find dem Yankees an tell 'em to cum
quick as dey km!"
fie had turned about in his tra<
when he heard a great clatter up 1
I road, and next minute he was surroui
j ed by about 20 mounted men. So:
were in uniform, and among these
noticed one with hishead bandaged a
at once identified him as Ike Baxt
There were others in citizens' dress, a
while he was wondering who they mig
be one of them laughingly exclaimed
"Hello, yo' old son of satan! H<
does yo' un feel after the lickin yo ?
There was a sergeant in command
the sqnad, but Ike Baxter appeared
direct operations. He at first drew 1
sa ber as if to give the old negro a ci
but checking himself he said:
"Now, men, look alive! Some of j
uns search the house, and drag out th
cussed Yankee and Steve Brayton, ai
the rest of us will drive a stake and fi]
a chain and some firewood! I'm go
to burn this old nigger alive fur try
to kill me last night!"
Although surprised and confound)
by the sudden turn of events, Uncle B<
did not entirely lose his head. Wh<
j he heard the men crying out for reven;
I and looked into their pitiless faces, 1
! felt that his last hour had come. Ai
j yet the devotion of the old slave w;
j never better illustrated than in wh;
j followed. As a portion of the crow
j started for the house, no doubt fully e:
? pecting to find Kenton there, the o]
j man shouted at the top of his voice:
? "Cum back yere-cum back! Y<
j kin kill me if yo' wants to, but fi
j God's sake doan' put yo'r feet in dj
j "What's the matter?" asked one J
? the gang came to a halt.
! "De ole missus am ly in in dar dea
i an ali alone, an it hain't fitton dat y<
! should go in!"
j "Whar's that Yankee? Whar's tl
I gal? Whar's Steve Brayton?" W?
! shouted at him.
j "Dun gone-all dun gone!" he ar
i swered. "It's jest like I tole yo'-n<
j body in dar but de dead missus!"
j "Goon, go on!" yelled Ike Baxtei
j "but look ont fur yo'selves! The hu
i crowd of 'em ar' in thar, and they']
likely make a fight fur it!"
The men cautiously entered the hons?
firearms held ready for instant use, bu
at the end of seven or eight minute
they came out to report that " the eusse
old nigger" had told the truth.
"Dead, eh?" exclaimed Ike Baxter a
they told of the corpse cn the beti
"Waal, I'm goin to burn the house jes
the same, though mebbe some of ye
uns will lug the body outdoors fust
Time 'nuff fur that after we git throng
with this old nigger. Rnn he un np t
that post! Now, then, chain him there
Yo' old black devil, but I'll make yt
suffer fur the rap yo' giv me last night
I'm goin to begin at yo'r chin and ski]
yo' cl'ar down to yo'r heels! Afte
yo've bin sknn we'll build afire aroun<
yo' and roast what's left!"
He went to bis saddle for a rawhide
one he had seemingly brought along fo
the occasion. When he returned with it
Uncle Ben was stripped of coat and ves
and his shirt torn away from his shoal
ders. They were going to take his life
j not mercifully, as one kills a savag
i beast by a bullet through the heart o
j brain, but they would torture bim io
j hours perhaps. He could not fail to re
! alize this, but he did not beg for mercy
He simply shut his eyes and prayed Go<
to give him strength to endure every
thing for the sake of these in hiding
j down the road. He would be asked t<
i betray them. His refusal would brin|
' other tortures, but he would refuse,
j "Now, then, yo' black hound, wha]
I ar' the rest of the folks?" demandet
? Ike Baxter as he walked up to Unclt
j Ben and flourished the cruel whip.
"Aye, he knows the exact spot whai
j they ar' hidin, and he's got to tell!'
I shouted two or three in the crowd.
"Of co'se he knows, and I'll hev il
! outer he un mighty quick!" replied Ike.
! "I'm goin to give yo' a powerful lickin,
i ole man, fur the way yo' banged me lasl
! night, but I'll make it a leetle easier if
yo'll tell whar they all is hid away."
? "I has nnthm to say." quietly re?
plied the old man as he looked about
j "What! Yo' won't tell me?"
"Give it to him! Cut his hide into
; strings!" yelled the crowd.
Ike responded by striking Uncle Ben
; about 20 blows across the bare back,
j Each blow raised a welt, and as each
j one fell the victim strained and tugged
I at his lashings. Uncle Ben had been
! whipped the night before, but that was
i more in the nature of an assault or an
i attack by armed men. For the first
; time in his life he had been tied up and
I his back bared. He felt the shaine and
! indignity almost as much as the blows.
. "Yo' kin see what brung on this yere
! war, " said Ike as he paused for breath.
I "Them air Yankees was tellin our nig?
gers that they was jest as good as thar
masters. Yere's a case of it right yere.
If he'd bin my nigger, he'd hev bin as
humble as pumpkin pie, but the Percys,
who hev allus bin half Yankee them?
selves, brung him up to think he un was
as good as anybody!"
"Hurry up. Give he un some more!"
j yelled the crowd.
"Thar hain't no rush about it," re?
plied Ike as he flourished the whip. "I
want to make it last as long as I kin.
It's a dod gasted pity we hain't got 13
! or 20 other niggers yere to look on and
take warnin by his fate. I've allus
itched to lick a nigger, but never had
; the chance befo'. Ar' yo' goin to tell
me, yd* infernal old imp, Vbar that
Yankee is bidin out?" Uncle Ben sim?
ply shook his head. "Yo* hain't, eh?"
screamed Ike. "Then everybody stand
back, fur I'm goin-I'm goin to make
the blood fly all over the yard!"
Ike had his arm raised for a blow
when a figure passed him and halted
beside Uncle Ben. That figure had
pushed its way into the circle unheard
and unseen. Everybody stared in as
"StopP' the cried.
j ton:'sh ment, and for half a minuto not a
word was said.,"It^was Marian ?ercy.
She was known by sight to at least half
of the gang, and the others at once iden?
tified her as "the gal" they had expect?
ed to find in the boase. Let as go back
a little. When Uncle Ben left the camp
among the rocks, she had intended to
follow bim within an hour. It bad
been settled that Kenton must remain
where be was until a force of Federals
was brought to the rescue or until it
was known that be was in no peril from
the Con fed er af es. While it was hoped
that Uncle Ben's mission would be suc?
cessful all realized the chances of its
failure. Both armies were scouting and
raiding np ar^ down and across. A
hamlet or ere n>ads or bridge held by
the Federals c _ *.ay would bein posses?
sion of the Confederates on the next,
and vice versa. Uncle Ben might en?
counter a troop of Federal cavalry and
bring them to the rescue, or he might
be picked np by a Confederate troop or
a gang of guerrilla? and sent off some?
where to work on fortifications.
"Mebbe the Yanks will come fust,
and inebbe the Confederates, " replied
Steve Brayton when appealed to for his
opinion. "It's goin to-te nip and tnck,
I reckon, but with the chances a leetle
in favor of the Confederates. Kin I
make bold to offer some advice:"
"Why, certainly," answered Marian
j and Kenton in the same breath.
"Then let Miss Percy head fur home
I to once. We can't tell what may be
j happenin thar cr what's goin to happen
i yere. She's a Percy and a good Conied
erate, and nobody'll dare distnrb the
house. Them blamed guen illas which
follered ns yesterday may open fire yere
any minit, and once they do she can't
The advice was full of wisdom, and
Marian prepared to start at once.
"viot any we'pins in the boase?" asked
Steve as she was ready.
44 Kin yo' shoot a pistol?"
"Of course.^ I have been sorry that
? I left mine behind us in Winchester."
"Then take this revolver. It's a big
an, but I guess yo' kin handle it. Bein
yo' ar' a southern gal, no southern man
orter trouble yor, but yo* can't allus tell
what may happen. If wuss comes to
wuss, bullets will count fur mo' than
Kenton advised her to take it, and
Brayton assisted her down to the high?
way and said as he left her:
"Yo' may hear some shootin np this
way doorin the day, but don't be narv
us about it and don't rnn any risks to
cum and see what the trubble is."
(TO BE CONTINUED.] *
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you ng men started dropping coppers and
half crowns into the hat until the chink?
ing awakened him, when, with gay hu?
mor, he pocketed all the silver and pelt?
ed his impertinent benefactors with the
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