“Dey ain’t got me!” Hitch grinned as he looked over his shoulder at the flashing lights which were converging at another point on top of the lumber. “I’s gwine drap down an’ rest a minute; den I’s gwine take dis red suit of underclothes to Tickfall, an’ git some pants an’ a coat to put on over it.”
He dropped down in a thicket of plum-trees, completely exhausted. While he rested he listened.
“Kill him!”
“Befo’ Gawd, white folks, I ain’t done nothin’, nothin’!”
“Knock him over the head with that jug and make him shut up!”
A loud scream and silence!
“I wonder whut road goes back to Tickfall?” Hitch whispered with fear-stiffened lips. “One dead nigger is more’n a plenty!”
Skirting the edge of the town to be out of the electric lights, Hitch Diamond sought the way to the river. With him every place was either up or down that great stream, and he remembered that Tickfall was up the river.
When he found the levee and stood looking out upon the dark water so great was his confusion that he was unable to tell which way the stream was flowing.
He heard behind him the shouts of the approaching mob, punctuated now and then by the terrible screams of a man being led out of the woods to suffer death. He shuddered and wondered that any man could make as much noise with his throat as did this terrified negro in the hands of the mob.