"That it 's all a lie, Aunt Peggy," replied Jud.
She turned her squint eyes on him. "Who told you so?" she said.
"Who told you?" growled Ump.
"Them as knows," she said. And the curiosity piped in her voice. "Did they lie?"
"They did," said Ump; "Mister Ward's hurt, but he ain't dangerous."
"Bless my life," cried the old woman, "an' they lied, did they? I think a liar is the meanest thing the Saviour died for. They said Mister Ward was took sudden with blood poison last night, an' a-dyin', the scalawags! I 'll dress 'em down when I git my eyes on 'em."
"Who were they, Aunt Peggy?" I ventured.
She made a funny gesture with her elbows, and then shook her finger at me. "You know I can't tell that, Quiller," she piped, "but the blessed God knows, an' I hope He 'll tan their hides for 'em."
"I know, too," said Ump.
The old woman leaned out of the door. "Hey?" she said; "what 's that? You
