"It's a bargain."
"Honor bright?"
"Yes, honor bright."
"All right, father. Pull down your sleeves and come with me where no one can hear what I have to say."
To the great surprise of the family, no sounds of crying or sobbing came from the kitchen, and when Zeb's mother—a little, frail woman, who had never had her own way since she had been married to Zeke, opened the door an hour later and peeped in, she screamed out:
"It's all over! I felt he would do it some day."
"Do what, mother?" asked a girl of twelve.
"Your father has killed Zeb. He said he would, and now he has done it, and he has gone to bury him."
Then there was a scene of shrieking and weeping and sobbing.
All the children joined in, and the mother was heart-broken.