I was not willing to confess as much even now, but I saw the affair from a new viewpoint.

I was not so sure, so certain, that I understood the entire truth.
Coombs was no plantation overseer, but a mere Texas bully.

The very appearance of the man told that, and those neglected, weed-grown fields were another proof.

What was he here for, then?
And Sallie! Lord, I could despise that Texas rough, but the snaky eyes of the woman made me shiver, and look about apprehensively.

Then there was the dead man--the _dead man_.