Dey say de big doctors is a-comin' up from de city to prode fer de bullet." "What made him shoot him?
How could he be so cruel, when the dear old judge is so good and kind to everybody ?" "Jes pore white trash, dat Wilson," said Rachel, contemptuously, as she coaxed the kindling into a blaze.
Ruth got up and dressed.

Beneath the deep concern which she felt was the flutter of returning hope.

Sandy's first duty was to his benefactor.

She knew how he loved the old judge and with what prompt action he would avenge his wrong.

She could trust him to follow honor every time.
"Some ob 'em 's comin' back now!" cried Rachel from the window.