It don't seem like him at all."
"Humph! I should say it didn't. And it ain't like him either. There's a
nigger in the woodpile somewheres; I wish I could smoke the critter out.
What's Emily say about his goin'?"
"She don't say anything. She won't talk about him at all, and she won't
let me mention his name. The poor girl looks as if she'd had a hard
night of it, but she looks, too, as if her mind was made up so fur's he
was concerned."
Captain Obed pulled at his beard.
"She didn't give him much of a chance last evenin', seemed to me," he
said. "If she'd only come back when he called after her that time, I
cal'late he was goin' to say somethin'; but she didn't come. Wouldn't
answer him at all."
"Did he call after her? I didn't hear him and I don't think she did.
When she slammed out of that livin'-room she went right up the back
stairs to her bedroom and I chased after her. She was cryin', or next
door to it, and I wanted to comfort her. But she wouldn't let me."
"I see. Probably she didn't hear him call at all. He did, though; and
he called her by her first name. Matters between 'em must have gone
further'n we thought they had."
"Yes, I guess that's so. Do you know, Cap'n, I wouldn't wonder if Mr.
Daniels knew that and that was why he was so--so nasty to Mr. Kendrick
last night. Well, I'm afraid it's all off now. Emily's awful proud and
she's got a will of her own."
"Um, so I should judge. And John's will ain't all mush and molasses
either.
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