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"
Here
,
Mr
Stump
.
Come
this
way
!
"
replied
a
sweet
voice
well
known
to
him
,
but
now
speaking
in
accents
so
sad
he
would
scarce
have
recognised
it
.
"
Alas
!
it
is
too
true
what
Pluto
has
been
telling
you
.
My
brother
is
missing
.
He
has
not
been
seen
since
the
night
before
last
.
His
horse
came
home
,
with
spots
of
blood
upon
the
saddle
.
O
Zeb
!
it
's
fearful
to
think
of
it
!
"
"
Sure
enuf
that
air
ugly
news
.
He
rud
out
somewhar
,
and
the
hoss
kim
back
'
ithout
him
?
I
do
n't
weesh
to
gie
ye
unneedcessary
pain
,
Miss
Lewaze
;
but
,
as
they
air
still
sarchin
'
I
mout
be
some
help
at
that
ere
bizness
;
and
maybe
ye
wo
n't
mind
tellin
'
me
the
particklers
?
"
These
were
imparted
,
as
far
as
known
to
her
.
The
gardes
scene
and
its
antecedents
were
alone
kept
back
.
Oberdoffer
was
given
as
authority
for
the
belief
,
that
Henry
had
gone
off
after
the
mustanger
.
The
narrative
was
interrupted
by
bursts
of
grief
,
changing
to
indignation
,
when
she
came
to
tell
Zeb
of
the
suspicion
entertained
by
the
people
--
that
Maurice
was
the
murderer
.
"
It
air
a
lie
!
"
cried
the
hunter
,
partaking
of
the
same
sentiment
:
"
a
false
,
parjured
lie
!
an
he
air
a
stinkin
'
skunk
that
invented
it
.
The
thing
's
impossible
.
The
mowstanger
ai
n't
the
man
to
a
dud
sech
a
deed
as
that
.
An
'
why
shed
he
have
dud
it
?
If
thur
hed
been
an
ill-feelin
'
atween
them
.
But
thur
wa
'n'
t.
I
kin
answer
for
the
mowstanger
--
for
more
'n
oncest
I
've
heern
him
talk
o
'
your
brother
in
the
tallest
kind
o
'
tarms
.
In
coorse
he
hated
yur
cousin
Cash
--
an
who
does
n't
,
I
shed
like
to
know
?
Excuse
me
for
sayin
'
it
.
As
for
the
other
,
it
air
different
.
Ef
thar
hed
been
a
quarrel
an
hot
blood
atween
them
--
"
"
No
--
no
!
"
cried
the
young
Creole
,
forgetting
herself
in
the
agony
of
her
grief
.
"
It
was
all
over
.
Henry
was
reconciled
.
He
said
so
;
and
Maurice
--
"
The
astounded
look
of
the
listener
brought
a
period
to
her
speech
.
Covering
her
face
with
her
hands
,
she
buried
her
confusion
in
a
flood
of
tears
.
"
Hoh
--
oh
!
"
muttered
Zeb
;
"
thur
hev
been
somethin'
?
D'ye
say
,
Miss
Lewaze
,
thur
war
a
--
a
--
quarrel
atween
yur
brother
--
"
"
Dear
,
dear
Zeb
!
"
cried
she
,
removing
her
hands
,
and
confronting
the
stalwart
hunter
with
an
air
of
earnest
entreaty
,
"
promise
me
,
you
will
keep
my
secret
?
Promise
it
,
as
a
friend
--
as
a
brave
true-hearted
man
!
You
will
--
you
will
?
"
