There was a pause, and no one spoke.

"Dass whuh day laid 'im an' dass whuh he lie," the old negro continued.

"Dey shot 'im in de fiels. Dey ain' shot 'im hear-yondeh dey drugged 'im,

but dis whuh he lie." He bent over again, then knelt, groaningly, and

placed his hand on the stain, one would have said, as a man might place

his hand over a heart to see if it still beat. He was motionless, with the

air of hearkening.

"Marse, honey, is you gone?" He raised his voice as if calling, "Is you

gone, suh?--Marse?"

He looked up at the circle about him, and, still kneeling, not taking his

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hand from the sand, seeming to wait for a sign, to listen for a voice, he

said: "Whafo' you gelmun think de good Lawd summon Marse Hawkliss? Kaze he

de mos' fittes'? You know dat man he ketch me in de cole night, wintuh

'to' lais', stealin' 'is wood. You know whut he done t'de ole thief? Tek

an' bull' up big fiah een ole Zen' shainty; say, 'He'p yo'se'f an'

welcome. Reckon you hongry, too, ain' you, Xenophon?' Tek an' feed me. Tek

an' tek keer o' me ev' since. Ah pump de baith full in de mawin'; mek 'is

bed; pull de weeds out'n of de front walk--dass all. He tek me in. When Ah

aisk 'im ain' he fraid keep ole thief he say, jesso: 'Dass all my fault,

Xenophon; ought look you up long 'go; ought know long 'go you be cole dese

baid nights. Reckon Ahm de thievenest one us two, Xenophon, keepin' all

dis wood stock' up when you got none,' he say, jesso. Tek me in; say he

lahk a thief. Pay me sala'y. Feed me. Dass de main whut de Caips gone

shot lais' night." He raised his head sharply, and the mystery in his

gloomy eyes intensified as they opened wide and stared at the sky,

unseeingly.

"Ise bawn wid a cawl!" he exclaimed, loudly. His twisted frame was braced

to an extreme tension. "Ise bawn wid a cawl! De blood anssuh!"

"It wasn't the Cross-Roads, Uncle Xenophon," said Warren Smith, laying his

hand on the old man's shoulder.

Xenophon rose to his feet. He stretched a long, bony arm straight to the

west, where the Cross-Roads lay; stood rigid and silent, like a seer; then

spoke: "De men whut shot Marse Hawkliss lies yondeh, hidin' f'um de light o' day.

An' him"--he swerved his whole rigid body till the arm pointed

northwest--"he lies yondeh. You won't find him heah. Dey fought 'im een de

fiel's an' dey druggen 'im heah. Dis whim dey lay 'im down. Ise bawn wid

a cawl!"

There were exclamations from the listeners, for Xenophon spoke as one

having authority. Suddenly he turned and pointed his outstretched hand

full at Judge Briscoe.




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