The Hills of Refuge: A NovelHarben, Will N. (Will Nathaniel)
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The Hills of Refuge: A Novel
Harben, Will N. (Will Nathaniel)
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Tobe laughed merrily from his bed. "'Fraid he'd get shot, I reckon.
Think o' that, Miss Mary--afraid he'd have somebody pull down on him
when he was out to do a kind deed like that!"
Mrs. Keith's smile blended into her son's mood, and she went on:
"The feller that was doing the ordering opened the gate an' sorter
shoved the other one in and stayed back behind hisse'f. On come the
other one then, and found me settin' on the door-sill. It seemed to
scare the very wits out of 'im, for at the sudden sight of me rising
from my seat he made a gruntin' sound, and would have bolted outright if
I hadn't halted 'im. I asked him what he wanted. For a minute he was
tongue-tied and then he hauled out something that I took for a gun at
first, but which was a big fat roll o' Uncle Sam's currency wrapped in
tissue-paper.
"It's a present from a friend an' well-wisher of the young man that was
hurt. He hopes he will use it and get well.' That was all he said or
would say. He had a sort o' Irish twist to his tongue, I should say, and
he had on a nice suit of dark-gray clothes. He was a plumb stranger in
this place, it seemed to me. I know I never laid eyes on him before.
Well, sir, he just bolted, an' him an' the other feller made off towards
the square at a lively gait. I didn't then know what was in the roll,
for I had only the feel of my fingers to guide me, but you bet I hustled
in and turned up the lamp. You can't imagine my astonishment. I was so
crazy that I could not count the stuff. Tobe was asleep, and thar I
stood at that center-table with all that boodle. Tobe woke up and saw
me, and I told him as well as I could what had happened, and me an' him
counted the stuff bill by bill--some tens, some twenties, and as high up
as fifties. Five hundred dollars! I locked the front door. I wanted to
bolt down the winders, hot as the night was. I thought about getting out
Tobe's revolver. As I say, I was plumb off my nut. I knowed I ought not
to 'a' done it, but I stayed awake and let Tobe chatter till daybreak.
He was in for sending to the doctor an' letting him know at once, but we
didn't till about seven o'clock. And Doctor Harrison heated the wires
hot between here and Atlanta. It is all ready fixed down there, and our
tickets bought. We are to take the one-o'clock through express. The
doctor is going along, too, an' a nurse, just for the trip. The doctor
engaged the drawing-room in a sleeping-car, whar he says thar hain't a
bit of jolting, and plenty o' space for Tobe to stretch out comfortable.
Four buck niggers from the cotton-warehouse is coming to tote Tobe on a
cot to the train, and a whole drug-store o' mixtures is going along. The
doctor is powerful pleased, and said we was taking it just in the nick
o' time. In fact, he said we mustn't be too hopeful, as all depended on
what Doctor Elliot would be able to do down thar. He said we was too
excited, for one thing, an' that we must calm ourselves down--that a
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