Her under lip was
caught tightly between her teeth by now, and her eyebrows were
pulled close together.
"Ketchum much track, same place," said Hagar grimly. "Good Injun
makeum track all same boot. Seeum Good Injun creep, creep in
bushes, all time Man-that-coughs be heap kill. Yo' buy hair, buy
knife, mebbyso me no tell me seeum Good Injun. Me tell, Good
Injun go for jail; mebbyso killum rope." She made a horrible
gesture of hanging by the neck. Afterward she grinned still more
horribly. "Ketchum plenty mo' dolla, me no tell, mebbyso."
Miss Georgie felt blindly for her chair, and when she touched it
she backed and sank into it rather heavily. She looked white and
sick, and Hagar eyed her gloatingly.
"Yo' no like for Good Injun be killum rope," she chuckled. "Yo'
all time thinkum heap bueno. Mebbyso yo' love. Yo' buy? Yo'
payum much dolla?"
Miss Georgie passed a hand slowly over her eyes. She felt numb,
and she could not think, and she must think. A shuffling sound
at the door made her drop her hand and look up, but there was
nothing to lighten her oppressive sense of danger to Grant.
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