Then it's done an' over with afore the Landin' even wakes up.

I reckon the Jedge told him that wus the best way." There was a moment of silence, the first man evidently turning the situation over in his mind.

The sheriff bent across the rail, and spat into the darkness below.
"The joke of it all is," he continued, with a short laugh, as he straightened up, "this didn't exactly work out 'cordin' ter schedule.
When we dropped in yere we rounded up the niggers all right, an' we got the girl whar there's no chance fer her ter git away--" "Is that the one back in the house ?" "I reckon so; leastways she tol' Kirby her name was Rene Beaucaire, an' that's how it reads in the papers.

But thar ain't no trace ov her mother, ner ov the Jedge's daughter.

They ain't in the house, ner the nigger cabins.