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With
a
sudden
swift
movement
the
man
's
hand
was
on
the
horse
's
bridle
.
"
Grab
her
!
"
he
shouted
to
the
negro
.
"
She
's
probably
got
her
money
in
her
bosom
!
"
What
happened
next
was
like
a
nightmare
to
Scarlett
,
and
it
all
happened
so
quickly
.
She
brought
up
her
pistol
swiftly
and
some
instinct
told
her
not
to
fire
at
the
white
man
for
fear
of
shooting
the
horse
.
As
the
negro
came
running
to
the
buggy
,
his
black
face
twisted
in
a
leering
grin
,
she
fired
point-blank
at
him
.
Whether
or
not
she
hit
him
,
she
never
knew
,
but
the
next
minute
the
pistol
was
wrenched
from
her
hand
by
a
grasp
that
almost
broke
her
wrist
.
The
negro
was
beside
her
,
so
close
that
she
could
smell
the
rank
odor
of
him
as
he
tried
to
drag
her
over
the
buggy
side
.
With
her
one
free
hand
she
fought
madly
,
clawing
at
his
face
,
and
then
she
felt
his
big
hand
at
her
throat
and
,
with
a
ripping
noise
,
her
basque
was
torn
open
from
neck
to
waist
.
Then
the
black
hand
fumbled
between
her
breasts
,
and
terror
and
revulsion
such
as
she
had
never
known
came
over
her
and
she
screamed
like
an
insane
woman
.
"
Shut
her
up
!
Drag
her
out
!
"
cried
the
white
man
,
and
the
black
hand
fumbled
across
Scarlett
's
face
to
her
mouth
.
She
bit
as
savagely
as
she
could
and
then
screamed
again
,
and
through
her
screaming
she
heard
the
white
man
swear
and
realized
that
there
was
a
third
man
in
the
dark
road
.
The
black
hand
dropped
from
her
mouth
and
the
negro
leaped
away
as
Big
Sam
charged
at
him
.
"
Run
,
Miss
Scarlett
!
"
yelled
Sam
,
grappling
with
the
negro
;
and
Scarlett
,
shaking
and
screaming
,
clutched
up
the
reins
and
whip
and
laid
them
both
over
the
horse
.
It
went
off
at
a
jump
and
she
felt
the
wheels
pass
over
something
soft
,
something
resistant
.
It
was
the
white
man
who
lay
in
the
road
where
Sam
had
knocked
him
down
.
Maddened
by
terror
,
she
lashed
the
horse
again
and
again
and
it
struck
a
gait
that
made
the
buggy
rock
and
sway
.
Through
her
terror
she
was
conscious
of
the
sound
of
feet
running
behind
her
and
she
screamed
at
the
horse
to
go
faster
.
If
that
black
ape
got
her
again
,
she
would
die
before
he
even
got
his
hands
upon
her
.
A
voice
yelled
behind
her
:
"
Miss
Scarlett
!
Stop
!
"
Without
slacking
,
she
looked
trembling
over
her
shoulder
and
saw
Big
Sam
racing
down
the
road
behind
her
,
his
long
legs
working
like
hard-driven
pistons
.
She
drew
rein
as
he
came
up
and
he
flung
himself
into
the
buggy
,
his
big
body
crowding
her
to
one
side
.
Sweat
and
blood
were
streaming
down
his
face
as
he
panted
:
