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"
Hell
's
afire
,
I
ca
n't
wait
!
"
said
Tony
,
emphatically
but
jovially
.
"
They
're
probably
right
behind
me
.
I
did
n't
get
much
of
a
start
.
If
it
had
n't
been
for
Ashley
dragging
me
out
of
there
and
making
me
get
on
my
horse
,
I
'd
have
stayed
there
like
a
fool
and
probably
had
my
neck
stretched
by
now
.
Good
fellow
,
Ashley
.
"
So
Ashley
was
mixed
up
in
this
frightening
puzzle
.
Scarlett
went
cold
,
her
hand
at
her
throat
.
Did
the
Yankees
have
Ashley
now
?
Why
,
why
did
n't
Frank
ask
what
it
was
all
about
?
Why
did
he
take
it
all
so
coolly
,
so
much
as
a
matter
of
course
?
She
struggled
to
get
the
question
to
her
lips
.
"
What
--
"
she
began
.
"
Who
--
"
"
Your
father
's
old
overseer
--
that
damned
--
Jonas
Wilkerson
.
"
"
Did
you
--
is
he
dead
?
"
"
My
God
,
Scarlett
O'Hara
!
"
said
Tony
peevishly
.
"
When
I
start
out
to
cut
somebody
up
,
you
do
n't
think
I
'd
be
satisfied
with
scratching
him
with
the
blunt
side
of
my
knife
,
do
you
?
No
,
by
God
,
I
cut
him
to
ribbons
.
"
"
Good
,
"
said
Frank
casually
.
"
I
never
liked
the
fellow
.
"
Scarlett
looked
at
him
.
This
was
not
the
meek
Frank
she
knew
,
the
nervous
beard
clawer
who
she
had
learned
could
be
bullied
with
such
ease
.
There
was
an
air
about
him
that
was
crisp
and
cool
and
he
was
meeting
the
emergency
with
no
unnecessary
words
.
He
was
a
man
and
Tony
was
a
man
and
this
situation
of
violence
was
men
's
business
in
which
a
woman
had
no
part
.
"
But
Ashley
--
Did
he
--
"
