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The old oes," he said, almost sharply, "I won't never send fer ye Any

time ye ever wants ter come back, ye knows ther way Thar'll be room

an' victuals fer ye hyar"

"I reckon I mout be a heap more useful ef I knowed more"

"I've heered fellers say that afore Hit hain't never turned out thet

ith theets it useful ter us Either they don't coled notions--an' ashaen'ally turns out"

Saht be the case with hiain in a weary voice, as he

bent down to loosen his brogans and kick them noisily off on to the

floor: "The Souths hev done looked to ye a good deal, Samson They 'lowed

they could depend on ye Ye hain't quite twenty-one yet, an' I reckon I

could refuse ter let ye sell yer prop'ty But thar hain't no use tryin'

ter hold a feller when he wants ter quit Ye don't 'low ter go right

away, do ye?"

"I hain't pluo at all," said the boy,

shaoin' yit I hain't spoke

ter nobody but you about hit yit"

Lescott felt reluctant totheir reproach, but, if Spicer South harbored

resentment, he meant to conceal it, after the stoic's code There was

no hinted constraint of cordiality Lescott felt, however, that in

Sa the leaven of that unspoken accusation of

disloyalty He resolved to make a final play, and seek to enlist Sally

in his cause If Sally's hero-worship could be ht be brought to relinquish hithened Yet, Sally's

devotion was so instinctive and so artless that it would take

coe It was

Samson as he hom she adored Any alteration was to be distrusted