[The Devil’s Own by Randall Parrish]@TWC D-Link bookThe Devil’s Own CHAPTER IX 2/23
Even in that dim light I could trace its winding course along the valley, and the view by daylight from this point must have been a delight to the eye.
Pete stopped the straining mule, a feat not at all difficult of accomplishment, the animal's sides rising and falling as he wheezed for breath, and came back to where I stood, staring about at the dimly perceived objects in the foreground. "Out dar am de Beaucaire place," he announced, as soon as he could distinguish my presence, waving his arm to indicate the direction. "An' I reckon we bettah not ride no further, fer if Alick shud smell corn, he'd nat'larly raise dis whol' neighborhood--he's got a powerful voice, sah." "Equal to his appetite no doubt." "Yas, sah; that's mostly whut Alick am." "How far away is the house ?" "Likely 'bout a hundred yards.
Yer see dat light out yonder; well dat's it, an' I reckon de ladies mus' be up yet, keepin' de lamp burnin'.
Here's de slave cabins 'long de edge ob de woods, but dey's all dark.
What's yer a goin' fer ter do now, Massa Knox ?" I was conscious that my heart was beating rapidly, and that my mind was anything but clear.
<<Back Index Next>> D-Link book Top TWC mobile books
|