"I am not apt to fear, and certainly have no such feeling in regard to this person.

I distrust, and would avoid him, merely as one who, while possessing none of the beauty, may yet have many of the propensities and some of the poison of the snake to which I likened him." "Well, 'squire, I didn't use the right word, that's certain, when I said afraid, you see; because 'tan't in Carolina and Georgia, and hereabouts, that men are apt to get frightened at trifles.

But, as you say, Guy Rivers is not the right kind of man, and everybody here knows it, and keeps clear of him.

None cares to say much to him, except when it's a matter of necessity, and then they say as little as may be.

Nobody knows much about him--he is here to-day and gone to-morrow--and we never see much of him except when there's some mischief afoot.