"And we mustn't forget Memphis or Belle Plain, Nevvy." Crenshaw and the squire approached.
"Bob," said the merchant, "Bladen's going to have the boy--but he made a mistake in putting this business in the hands of a fool like Dave Blount.

I reckon he knows that now." "I reckon his next move will be to send a posse of gun-toters up from Fayetteville," said the squire.
"That's just what he'll do," agreed Crenshaw, and looked disturbed.
"They certainly air an unpeaceable lot--them Fayetteville folks! It's always seemed to me they had a positive spite agin this end of the county," said the squire, and he pocketed his spectacles and refreshed himself with a chew of tobacco.

"Bladen ain't actin' right, Bob.

It's a year and upwards since the old general 'died.

He let you go on thinking the boy was to stay with you and now he takes a notion to have him!" "No, sir, it ain't right nor reasonable.