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After
delivering
himself
of
this
promise
,
Zeb
commenced
ascending
the
stone
stairway
;
not
by
single
steps
,
but
by
two
,
and
sometimes
three
,
at
a
stride
.
He
was
soon
upon
the
housetop
;
where
he
was
once
more
welcomed
by
the
young
mistress
of
the
mansion
.
Her
excited
manner
,
and
the
eagerness
with
which
she
conducted
him
to
a
remote
part
of
the
azotea
,
told
the
astute
hunter
,
that
he
had
been
summoned
thither
for
some
other
purpose
than
enjoying
the
prospect
.
"
Tell
me
,
Mr
Stump
!
"
said
she
,
as
she
clutched
the
sleeve
of
the
blanket
coat
in
her
delicate
fingers
,
and
looked
inquiringly
into
Zeb
's
grey
eye
--
"
You
must
know
all
.
How
is
he
?
Are
his
wounds
of
a
dangerous
nature
?
"
"
If
you
refar
to
Mister
Cal-hoon
--
"
"
No
--
no
--
no
.
I
know
all
about
him
.
It
's
not
of
Mr
Calhoun
I
'm
speaking
.
"
"
Wall
,
Miss
Lewasse
;
thur
air
only
one
other
as
I
know
of
in
these
parts
thet
hev
got
wownds
;
an
thet
air
's
Maurice
the
mowstanger
.
Mout
it
be
thet
ere
individooal
yur
inquirin
'
abeout
?
"
"
It
is
--
it
is
!
You
know
I
can
not
be
indifferent
to
his
welfare
,
notwithstanding
the
misfortune
of
his
having
quarrelled
with
my
cousin
.
You
are
aware
that
he
rescued
me
--
twice
I
may
say
--
from
imminent
peril
.
Tell
me
--
is
he
in
great
danger
?
"
Such
earnestness
could
no
longer
be
trifled
with
.
Zeb
without
further
parley
,
made
reply
:
--
