Doctor Kirby's face was sweating worse than when we first clumb the hill.
He was thinking about that nigger that had pleaded with him.

He was thinking also of the woman.

He was glad it hadn't been up to him personal right then and there to butt in and stop a lynching.

He was glad, fur with them two pictures in front of him he didn't know what he would of done.
"Thank heaven!" I hearn him say to himself.

"Thank heaven that it wasn't REALLY in my power to choose!".