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The Call of the Cumberlands

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Then, followed a silence unbroken until the mule reached the group,

revealing that besides the boy another man--and a strange man--had

joined their number.

"Evenin', stranger," they greeted him, gravely; then again they fell

silent, and in their silence was evident constraint.

"This hyar man's a furriner," announced Samson, briefly. "He fell

offen a rock, an' got hurt. I 'lowed I'd fotch him home ter stay all

night."

The elderly man who had hailed the boy nodded, but with an evident

annoyance. It seemed that to him the others deferred as to a commanding

officer. The cortege remounted and rode slowly toward the house. At

last, the elderly man came alongside the mule, and inquired: "Samson, where was ye last night?"

"Thet's my business."

"Mebbe hit hain't." The old mountaineer spoke with no resentment, but

deep gravity. "We've been powerful oneasy erbout ye. Hev ye heered the

news?"

"What news?" The boy put the question non-committally.

"Jesse Purvy was shot soon this morning."

The boy vouchsafed no reply.

"The mail-rider done told hit.... Somebody shot five shoots from the

laurel.... Purvy hain't died yit.... Some says as how his folks has

sent ter Lexington fer bloodhounds."

The boy's eyes began to smolder hatefully.

"I reckon," he spoke slowly, "he didn't git shot none too soon."

"Samson!" The old man's voice had the ring of determined authority.

"When I dies, ye'll be the head of the Souths, but so long es I'm

a-runnin' this hyar fam'ly, I keeps my word ter friend an' foe alike.

I reckon Jesse Purvy knows who got yore pap, but up till now no South

hain't never busted no truce."

The boy's voice dropped its softness, and took on a shrill crescendo

of excitement as he flashed out his retort.

"Who said a South has done busted the truce this time?"

Old Spencer South gazed searchingly at his nephew.

"I hain't a-wantin' ter suspicion ye, Samson, but I know how ye feels

about yore pap. I heered thet Bud Spicer come by hyar yistiddy plumb

full of liquor, an' 'lowed he'd seed Jesse an' Jim Asberry a-talkin'

tergether jest afore yore pap was kilt." He broke off abruptly, then

added: "Ye went away from hyar last night, an' didn't git in twell

atter sun-up--I just heered the news, an' come ter look fer ye."

"Air you-all 'lowin' thet I shot them shoots from the laurel?"

inquired Samson, quietly.

"Ef we-all hain't 'lowin' hit, Samson, we're plumb shore thet Jesse

Purvy's folks will 'low hit. They're jest a-holdin' yore life like a

hostage fer Purvy's, anyhow. Ef he dies, they'll try ter git ye."

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