“What I say, we are coming back.” He swept his eye around the hall, turned on his heel, and walked toward the picture over the fireplace. Just then a gust of wind blew out the lamp the negro held, leaving the hall in gloom. When the servant came back with a light, according to the story that he told, Still was raving like a mad-man, and he drank whiskey and raved all night.
BEFORE HIM STOOD, TALL AND GRAY, THE INDIAN-KILLER.
Neither Still nor Jacquelin ever spoke of the interview; but a story got abroad in the neighborhood that the old Indian-killer had appeared to Still the night of Mrs. Gray’s burial and threatened him with death if he should ever touch the grave-yard. Still said he had never meant to touch it anyhow, and that Leech had made him put it in the letter for a joke. It was, however, a dear joke.
For a time there was quite a coolness between the friends; but they had too much in common to be able to afford to quarrel, so it was made up.
CHAPTER XXIII
TWO NEW RESIDENTS COME TO THE COUNTY