"Yas, I reckon so," Alf replied; "I do reckon dat; yas, sah, I do.
I doan know nuthin' 'bout no arm comin' out, but I knows dat de
ricollection o' some frosty nights in ole North Kliny makes me wush
dat I wuz dar, er boy ergin. But let us go on ef we gwine, caze it's
been some time sense de oven has shined wid de sweet grease o' de
possum. Deze new dogs we got, I doan know so much erbout 'em. Wush Ole
Pete--neber mine, dat's all right. Lawd, yo' ole servant 'bout ter
grumble ergin."
They went out into the beautiful night. Nature was so hushed that the
rythmic flow of the river could be heard. The stars seemed to shine
through a gauzy sheen. In the air there was a faltering promise of
the coming of winter. On a log, where the moonbeams fell, there lay a
substance of greenish white. It was a dead tree-toad.
"Let's cross dis fiel'," said Alf, "an' skirt 'long de edge o' de woods
whar de 'simmon trees grows. Whoop--ee! [calling to the dogs]. Git 'em
down, ole boys. Whoop--ee, git 'em down!"
The old negro was joyous. He hummed old tunes. "I doan know whut make
dem varmints so skace ter-night," said he.
"Knowing that you were coming after them, they have doubtless all left
the country," John replied.
"I reckon you's hit it, sah; I reckon you has, caze when I starts out,
suthin' mighty nigh sho ter happen. Whoop--shove 'em ole boys! Whoop,
push 'em!"
"Hold on a minute," said Potter, stopping. "What is the cause of that
bright light over yonder?"
"Bresh heep er burnin' whar somebody cl'arin' up new groun', I reckon,"
Alf replied.
"Not that," John remarked. "A brush heap would hardly send its light so
high."
"Dat's er fack," the old man admitted.
"That is someone's house on fire," said Potter. "Who lives over that
way?"
"Miz Forest's house is ober dat way ef I ain't turned 'roun'."
"It is her house!" John exclaimed, bounding forward. "Come on!"
They ran with the speed of utmost exertion. John gained on his
companions. He jumped over a rail fence without touching it. "Come on,"
he cried. They could now plainly see the house. The roof was in flames.
No one could be seen near the burning building. "Is it possible that
they are burning up?" John thought.
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