"So dey just talk a bit among demselves, an' den de foreman, old Abe Mizell, he get up and say dat dey was all agreed dat Harvey Blissett was killed 'cause his skull not so hard as de heel ob his hawse.
"Den dey hab de bones in, an' I gib evidence." Rufe swelled with pride.
"What did you say, Rufe?"
"Dey ask me if I could 'dentify dem dere bones. I say I reckon dey mus' be you's, 'cause I find 'em in among de cinders ob your bed. I couldn't sw'ar, I tole 'em, because I warn't dar when it happens. I tell 'em I coming home from courting my gal, an' see de fire an' run; but t'ain't no good. I too late. All burned up before I get dar. Anyhow, I ain't seed you since."
"So they gave it accidental death?"
"Yes, sah. Dat's what dey said, and said dey was sorry, 'cause you was a promising young gen'elman."
"And what did Deacon do?" anxiously inquired Guy.
"He go round to de record office to get your land put in his name," chuckled Rufe. "Den I see him ride out on a libery stable hawse."
Guy roared.