Irresistibly
I jumped out of bed, and running to the gallery rail I saw two dark
figures moving among the leaves below. The next morning I came suddenly
on a strange gentleman in the gallery. He wore a flowered dressing-gown
like the one I had seen on the master, and he had a jolly, round face. I
stopped and stared.
"Who the devil are you?" said he, but not unkindly.
"My name is David Trimble," said I, "and I come from the mountains."
He laughed.
"Mr. David Trimble-from-the-mountains, who the devil am I?"
"I don't know, sir," and I started to go away, not wishing to disturb
him.
"Avast!" he cried. "Stand fast. See that you remember that."
"I'm not here of my free will, sir, but because my father wishes it. And
I'll betray nothing."
Then he stared at me.
"How old did you say you were?" he demanded.
"I didn't say," said I.
"And you are of Scotch descent?" said he.
"I didn't say so, sir."
"You're a rum one," said he, laughing again, and he disappeared into the
house.
That day, when Breed brought me my dinner on my gallery, he did not speak
of a visitor. You may be sure I did not mention the circumstance. But
Breed always told me the outside news.
"Dey's gittin' ready fo' a big fight, Marse Dave," said he. "Mister
Moultrie in the fo't in de bay, an' Marse Gen'l Lee tryin' for to boss
him.
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