Paul Rundel: A NovelHarben, Will N. (Will Nathaniel)
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Paul Rundel: A Novel
Harben, Will N. (Will Nathaniel)
Fugitives from justice -- Fiction; Georgia -- Fiction; Ku Klux Klan (19th century) -- Fiction
“Yes; some o' the boys was in for givin' the poor devil a sound lashin';
but he really looked like he wasn't strong enough to stand up under it,
an' we didn't dare disable 'im, so when we explained to 'im that he was
free if he'd get clean out o' the country an' hold his tongue, he was
the funniest lookin' sight you ever saw. By gum, he actually tried to
kiss our hands; he crawled about on his knees in the road, cryin' an'
whimperin' an' beggin' the Lord to bless us. It actually unstrung some
o' the boys--looked like they hardly knowed what to do or say. The tramp
started off, lookin' back over his shoulder like he was afraid somebody
would shoot, an' when he got to the top o' the rise he broke into a run
an' he hit the grit like a scared rabbit.”
Trawley laughed impulsively; but no sign of amusement escaped Hoag. His
eyes were fixed on a horse and buggy down the road.
“That must be the doctor,” he said. “You go on to town.”
“All right, all right, Cap,” was the reply. “I just thought I'd stop by
an' let you know how it come out. Good night.”
“Good night,” Hoag gloomily echoed, and he went back to the gate, where
he stood waiting for the doctor.
The physician was a man past middle age, full-bearded, iron-gray, and
stockily built. He got out of his buggy with the deliberation of his
profession.
“How is the child now?” he asked, as he hitched his horse to the fence.
“I don't know, Doc; you'd better hurry in an' look at 'im. You think he
is dangerous, don't you?”
“I thought so when I saw 'im; but I can't tell sure yet. Couldn't get
here a bit sooner--tried my best, but couldn't.”
Hoag opened the gate, and they both passed through. On the still air the
trotting of Trawley's horse fell faintly on their ears. As they neared
the house the light in the sick-room was turned up and Mrs. Tilton came
to the front door.
“Walk in, Doctor,” Hoag said, and he remained at the foot of the steps,
his bare head catching the silvery beams of the moon. Hoag heard his
mother-in-law speaking in a low, explanatory tone, as she led the doctor
along the dark hall.
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