He stood still submissively. The full light of the moon fell on him between the shadows of the high and drooping trees. The dust of the road absorbed and partly returned the pearly light. The sylvan beauty of this sheltered bank was all around. What a sorry and absurd figure the mulatto made! His silky hair, parted in the middle and much oiled, received also the glint of the moon. His long side-whiskers hung to his shoulders; his false jewelry flashed. This man, whose shirt-fronts and manners were already the envy of darkydom in Deer Cove, looked indeed so pitiful an object in these rich surroundings, that Durgan felt that he had overrated his power for mischief. "I said you lied. What do you mean by saying 'yes'?" "I would not contradict you, sir. Reckon I lied. I'm a dying man, sir; you could knock me down with a straw, sir." "What are you doing here?" "I came to do a service for Miss Smith. She's a holy one, sir. When I found I wasn't long to live, I thought I oughter serve her if I could." "Serve her? You are trying some sort of trick to get money." "Miss Smith'll see that I'm comfortable as long as I live, sir. That's all I want." "You're trying some game to enrich yourself, and you've got Adam's wife helping you." 'Dolphus laughed out; it was a weak, hysterical giggle. "Beg pardon, sir, but the woman ain't in it. Beg pardon, I can't help laughing, sir. Reckon good, religious ladies would be a sight better off without that thieving yaller girl waiting on them." He laughed weakly till he coughed again. Durgan, revolted beyond measure, swore within himself that Eve should never pollute the house of the sisters by entering it again. "Get home. Get out of my sight. If you come out here again I'll have the General turn you out of the district." He spoke as to a dog, but the dog did not turn and run. He leaned against a tree out of sheer weakness, but faced his enemy steadily. "No, sir; you can't frighten me, 'cause I'm a dying man, anyway. Miss Smith, she'll speak to the General, and to the Almighty too, for me. I'll die easier 'cause I know she will." His voice had grown thin, and now vibrated with excitement. "I've just got one thing more to say, sir. You'll see I'm not frightened of you when I say it. If you knew the sort o' wife you've got, sir, and what she's been hiding, you'd look after her better than you do; and if you value your salvation, you'll stand by the pious little lady on the hill; you'll be happier when you come to die." "Look here, my good fellow; you're very ill, I see; you're delirious. Go home and get to bed." "Yes, sir, I'll go. But study on what I've said, sir; for it's gospel truth, as I'm a dying man." "Can you manage to go alone? Shall I wake Adam to help you home?" 'Dolphus laughed again. "No, don't wake Adam, sir. I'll go safer alone." Durgan, now convinced that hectic fever had produced delirium, went as far as Adam's cabin to consult him. To his surprise, he found it empty. Chapter XIV