"I am sure you would like West Tennessee--they say you are a great hunter." Yancy smiled almost guiltily.
"I like a little spo't now and then yes, ma'am, I do hunt some," he admitted.
"Miss Betty, Uncle Bob's the best shot we got! You had ought to see him shoot!" said Hannibal.
"Mr.Yancy, if you should cross the mountains, remember I live near Memphis.

Belle Plain is the name of the plantation--it's not hard to find; just don't forget--Belle Plain." "I won't forget, and mebby you will see us there one of these days.
Sho', I've seen mighty little of the world--about as far as a dog can trot it a couple of hours!" "Just think what it will mean to Hannibal if you become involved further with Mr.Bladen." Betty spoke earnestly, bending toward him, and Yancy understood the meaning that lay back of her words.
"I've thought of that, too," the Scratch Hiller answered seriously.
Betty glanced toward the squire and Mr.Crenshaw.They were standing near the bars that gave entrance to the lane.

Murrell had left them and was walking briskly down the road toward Crenshaw's store where his horse was tied.

She bent down and gave Yancy her slim white hand.
"Good-by, Mr.Yancy--lift Hannibal so that I can kiss him!" Yancy swung the child aloft.

"I think you are such a nice little boy, Hannibal--you mustn't forget me!" And touching her horse lightly with the whip she rode away at a gallop.
"She sho'ly is a lady!" said Yancy, staring after her.