'Parker, ye an' Haygood go over thar an' git him, while some o' the rest o' ye look 'bout the stable an' fodder-stack thar.

Mind my orders, an' see thet they are carried out.' "His manner made me fear everything.

A thought flashed inter my mind.
Thar wuz thet horn thar."-- Harry followed her eyes with his, and saw hanging on hooks against the wall one of the long tin horns, used in the South to call the men-folks of the farms to their meals.

It was crushed and battered to uselessness.--"I thought I'd blow hit an' attract his attention.

He mout then see them a-comin' an' git away.