t. Mazard and the men were leaning over the rail, waiting. They had
been watching the fracas, and understood it as little as we did.
"What's the row?" demanded the captain as we came under the stern.
"What's all that beastly noise about?"
"Ask Palmleaf," said Wade.
"I saw you fire," continued the captain. "You didn't kill any of them,
did you?"
"Oh, no!" said Raed. "We fired high to frighten them."
"I'm glad you didn't kill any of the poor wretches."
"Tell us how it happened, Palmleaf," said Kit.
"Did you come upon them? or did they come upon you?" I asked.
"Why, I was gwine arter dat hawk, you know," said the African, still
sober from his terror and his race.
"Yes."
"He was fell down ober behind de crag, as you said he'd be; but he
flew up 'fore I'd gut near 'im, an' kep' flyin' up."
"And you kept following him," added Raed. "Well, what next? How far
did you go?"
"Oh! I went a long ways. I meant ter fotch 'im."
"Half a mile?"
"Yes, sar; should tink so."
"Did you fire at the eagle?" Kit asked.
"Yes, sar: seed him settin' on a ledge, an' fired. He flew, and I
chased arter him agin."
"But how did you come to meet the Huskies?" demanded the captain.
"Well, sar, I'se runnin' along, payin' all my 'tention to de hawk,
when all ter once I come plump onto two ob dere wimin folks wid a lot
ob twine tings in dere han's."
"Snaring birds," said Raed. "Go on!"
"Dey seed me, an' stud lookin', wid dere hair all ober dere faces."
"That stopped you, I suppose?" said Wade.
"I jest halted up a bit, an' cast my eye t'wurds dem."
"You paid the most of your ''tention' to them, then?" continued Wade
maliciously.
"Jest stopped a minit."
"To say a word to them on your own account, I'll warrant."
"Thought I'd jest speak an' tell dem dey needn't be ser 'fraid on me."
"Shut up, Wade!" interposed Kit. "Let him tell his story. What did the
women do?"
"Dey turned an' haked it, an' hollered as loud as dey cud squawk."
Wade and the captain began to laugh.
"A black man with a black dog was too much for them!" exclaimed Raed.
"Well, what next, Palmleaf?"
"Dey run'd; an' twan't a minit 'fore a whole gang ob de men cum
runnin' up, wid dere picked bone tings in dere han's."
"That'll do," said Kit. "We know the rest."
"What became of my musket?" I asked.
"I dunno. I tink I mus' ha' dropped it."
"It does look like that," Kit remarked.
"See here, you 'Fifteenth Amendment'!" exc
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