The house was not large, but was well furnished and neatly kept.
“Where is the Elder?” asked Mr. Roome, when they were again seated.
“That I don’t know. He may be in the Kingdom of Glory, but I suppose he left town, and went to the city maybe. He and Ned O’Bran went off together, and the last I saw of him they were going up Main street, making for Ned’s house.”
“How many is killed, and who be they?”
“Seven killed and two wounded that we know; and there’s a good many more missing that we don’t know whether they’re dead or not. Marmor is one o’ them.”
“Marmor? Well, if there was one man in town to be killed, Marmor would be that man. There ain’t no man in Baconsville them white democrats want to kill so bad as they do Marmor, without it is Watta!”
“Watta they’ve got! He’s gone! and I’m afeared they’ve got Marmor also.”
“Watta’s gone? I knowed he’d be killed!”
“Yes, and Den Pipsie, and Ham Sterns, and John Carr——”
“Why, Springer! You don’t say John Carr is killed?”