over his face, and then he looked at this new creature, cringing and beset with fears.
"Dix," he said, "Alkire was a just man; he sleeps as peacefully in that abandoned well under his horse as he would sleep in the churchyard. My hand has been held back; you may go. Vengeance is mine, I will repay, saith the Lord."
"But where shall I go, Abner?" the creature wailed; "I have no money and I am cold."
Abner took out his leather wallet and flung it toward the door.
"There is money," he said—"a hundred dollars—and there is my coat. Go! But if I find you in the hills to-morrow, or if I ever find you, I warn you in the name of the living God that I will stamp you out of life!"
I saw the loathsome thing writhe into Abner's coat and seize the wallet and slip out through the door; and a moment later I heard a horse. And I crept back on to Roy's heifer skin.
When I came down at daylight my Uncle Abner was reading by the fire.