He gets all he wants." "Mose," the Colonel added emphatically, "is the one person on the place who is absolutely to be trusted." We had almost reached the house, when we were suddenly startled by a series of shrieks and screams coming toward us across the open stretch of lawn that lay between us and the old negro cabins.

In another moment an old woman, her face twitching with terror, had thrown herself at our feet in a species of convulsion.
"De ha'nt! De ha'nt! He's a-beckoning," was all we could make out between her moans.
The other negroes came pouring out from the kitchen and gathered in a frenzied circle about the writhing woman.

Mose, I noted, was among them; he could at least prove an alibi this time.
"Here Mose, quick! Get us some torches," Radnor called.

"We'll fetch that ha'nt up here to answer for himself .-- It's old Aunt Sukie," he added to me, nodding toward the woman on the ground whose spasms by this time were growing somewhat quieter.

"She lives on the next plantation and was probably taking a cross cut through the laurel path that leads by the cabins.