"There now, dear," said Jasper, "don"t be skeered. These men only want me to go down to Nashville with them to give testimony at a investigation. I ain"t a prisoner--don"t you see I ain"t got no hand-cuffs on? Gentlemen, come in an" we"ll have a bite to eat ag"in the wagon comes. Don"t put yo"se"f to no trouble, Margaret. "Most anythin"
will do."
"Oh," she began to moan, wringing her hands, "they air goin" to hang you. It"s all Lije Peters" work, an" you ought to have killed him, for the Lord knows he"s give you plenty cause. Where is the scoundrel?"
"Who, Lije? Why, he went over home; don"t think he"s a goin" down with us--we don"t need him. Now, jest set us out some of them cold snap beans an" a hunk of co"n bread, fur the wagon will be here putty soon."
"Jasper," she said, blocking the way into the house, "your air deceivin"
of me."
He laughed and replied: "But even that wouldn"t be half as bad as for folks to go away an" tell it about that you wouldn"t give a couple of strangers nuthin" to eat."
"That"s true," she admitted, leading the way into the house. "I"ll fry a couple of chickens."
"Madam," said the commanding officer, "we are much obliged, but we"ll not have time."
"Yes, you will," she insisted. "I"m not goin" to have you go down there among all them gover"ment folks a tellin" that I didn"t know how to treat anybody in my house. You air jest achin" fur that opportunity, but I"ll see that you don"t git it. Now you set down here an" wait."
"You may riprisent the law," said Jasper to the officers, "but she stands for suthin" that"s higher than all law--woman, an" I reckon you"ll have to knock under."
And they did, waiting patiently for Margaret as she bestirred herself in the kitchen; and when they went in and viewed the neatness of the meal, they thanked her and fell to with the appet.i.te of soldiers. They had eaten and were thanking her when they heard the wagon rumbling down the hill. Margaret began to whimper, but the old man laughed at her; and when the two men respectfully turned away to give the prisoner and his wife a word together, he said to her:
"For a long time, as you know, this thing has been a hangin" over me, like a cloud ready to shoot out its lightenin", an" I am thankful that it"s about over with. You stay here an" be brave, an" I"ll be back all right. Send word by somebody to Old Miz Barker, an" she"ll be tickled to come an" stay with you an" talk till she makes you feel that they air goin" to hang me."
"If you _was_ a goin" to be hung, Jasper, you"d fret me with it. I don"t believe there"s harm in these here men. They didn"t hand-cuff you, that"s a fact. An" jest see how they eat! I ain"t afeared of no man that eats well at my table. So, now you go on an" do the best you kin, an"
don"t worry about me."
He put his arms about her and kissed her on the forehead, and even when it was announced that the wagon was waiting, she did not waver, but bravely stood to her determination.
The wagon drove off and Margaret lingered in the door, gazing; but Jasper did not look back, and so, over the hill he pa.s.sed from her sight, as all things else had pa.s.sed, for in the blindness of her tears it was as if dark night had fallen. She turned about and in her ears his words rang, and again strong-set to be brave, the misty night was winked away. Hearing the hum of the old negro"s tuneful spirit, she called him and he came to the door.
"Kintchin, they have taken Jasper."
"Yas"m, an" da"ve tuck Lije Peters, too."
"Why, Jasper said he wasn"t goin"."
"He ain"t--he"s gone. I was a hidin" in de bushes an" I seed Peters wid his knife, an" I seed er man way up an" den er man way down--wid blood spurtin" up. An" da tuck him home in er wagin; an" de folks dat wan"t right well "quainted wid him befo" ain"t gwine know him now, fur he ain"t got no mo" count"nence den er stewed punkin. I neber seed sich er lick in my life."
"Oh, I"m glad," she cried, clapping her hands.
"Yas"m, an" I wallered dar like er hot hog in wet leaves, tickled mighty nigh ter death; an" den I run off caze da mout want me ter go ez er witness--an" mo"n dat, da might want ter sen" me ter de pennytenchy caze I grind de co"n."
The last word alarmed her. "Do you think they will send him there? Do you?"
"Oh, no"m, I doan think dat. He"ll git out all right caze he"s er white man while I"s er n.i.g.g.e.r, an" nuthin" tickel de white folks mo" den ter send er n.i.g.g.e.r ter de pen."
"Well, I want you to go over an" tell Old Miz Barker to come an" stay with me; an" you better put Laz or Mose on a hoss an" let him go as near as he kin an" lissun for news."
"Oh, dem two boys gwine git all de news da wants, ma"m. Er man dat wuz over ter de Peter"s house say da gwine take "em erlong as witnesses, an"
dat"s whut skeered me. I"s mighty glad ter see you ain"t takin" on no wus den you is. I wuz erfeared dat you gwine ter holler like er devil-skeered lady at er camp-meetin"."
"Kintchin, I have put my faith in the Lord."
"Yas"m, dat"s whut I done--"bout ha"f my faif in de Lord an" tuther ha"f in my laigs. An" now I gwine pitch in ter work like puttin" out wild fire. Yas"m, I is. Dat"s de way I gwine "spress my sympathy."
CHAPTER XXI.
INTO THE WORLD BEYOND THE HILLS.
"You are a wise man," said the commanding officer as the wagon toiled along. "You don"t begin to plead your innocence."
"Maybe I haven"t any. What is your name?"
"Foster."
"It may come my way to do you a favor, Mr. Foster. You have been kind to me. But why do we turn up here?"
"To pick up one Laz Spencer, witness."
"One Laz Spencer," mused the old man. "It would be a tug of nature to have two. But I"m sorry you are goin" to take him. Let him go and I"ll agree to deliver the testimony expected of him."
"No, that can"t be. We have our orders."
Out by the fence and with laborious stroke Laz was cutting wood. Leaving off his work as the wagon drew near he gazed with hand-shaded eye, and recognizing Jasper, threw down his axe and began to scramble over the fence, but one of the men fired a shot to scare him and he dropped back, took off his hat, scratched his head and remarked: "Sorter "pears like you got me. h.e.l.loa, Jasper. Didn"t know folks war a comin" around a takin" you a ridin"."
"Get up into the wagon," Foster commanded.
"Yes, that"s what I "lowed I"d do. But let me go into the house an" put on some more duds if you air goin" to take me down into society."
"Go with him, Nick," said Foster, and the deputy leaped to the ground.
Old Mrs. Spencer came to the door and with her tangish tongue larrupped the men, called them cowards, dogs; and appealing to Jasper asked why he didn"t kill them as his forefathers would have done. She swore that all spirit had gone out of the country.
"I"ve moulded bullets to kill better men than you," she exclaimed. "Not one of you is worth an ounce of lead; an" you tell them government fellers down there that thinks themselves so smart that if they tetch a hair on my boy"s head, I"ll come down there and murder the whole kit an"
b"ilin" of them. Go on now, Laz, an" show "em that you ain"t afeared."
"Got rid of her easy," said Foster, when the old woman turned back into the house; and Laz, overhearing him as he climbed into the wagon drawled out a reply:
"Don"t take long for anybody to git rid of her."
She waved him a good-bye from the window, and humped upon a seat beside Jasper, Laz was silent for some time, and then he inquired if there were any news stirring.
"No. Anythin" goin" on round here?"