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CHAPTER I.
The Boy at the Barony.
The Quintards had not prospered
on the barren lands of the pine woods
whither they had emigrated to es
cape the malaria of t'he low coast , but
this no longer mattered , for the last
of his name and race , old General
Quintard , was dead in the great house
his father had built almost a century
before and the thin acres of the
Barony , where he had made his last
stand against age and poverty , were
to claim him , now that he had given
up the struggle in their midst.
Though he had lived continuously
at the Barony for almost a quarter of
a century , there was none among his
neighbors who could say he had
looked on that thin , aquiline face In
all that time. Yet they had known
much of him , for the gossip of the
slaves , who had been his only friends
In those years he had chosen to deny
himself to other friends , had gone far
and wide over the county.
That notable man of business , Jona
than Crenshaw , was closeted in the
library with a stranger to whom
rumor fixed the name of Bladen , sup
posing him to be the legal repre
sentative of certain remote connec
tions of the old general's.
Crenshaw sat before the flat-topped
mahogany desk with several account-
books before him. Bladen stood by
the window.
"I suppose you will buy In the prop
erty when it comes up for sale ? " the
latter was saying.
Crenshaw nodded.
"He lived entirely alone , saw no
one , I understand ? " said Bladen.
"Alone with his two or three old
slaves yes , sir. He wouldn't even
see me. "
There was a brief pause , then Cren
shaw spoke again. "I reckon , sir , It
you know anything about the old gen
tleman's private affairs you don't feel
no call to speak on that point ? " he
observed.
"All I know is this : General Quin
tard was a conspicuous man In these
parts fifty years ago ; he married a
Beaufort"
"So he did , " sai < i Crenshaw , "and
there was one child , a daughter ; she
married a South Carolinian by the
name of Turberville. Great folks ,
those Turbervilles , rolling rich. "
"And what became of the daughter
who married Turberville ? "
"Died years ago , " said Crenshaw.
They were interrupted by a knock
at the door.
"Come in , " said Crenshaw. The
door opened and a small boy entered
the room dragging after him a long
rifle. Suddenly overcome by a shy
ness , he paused on the threshold to
stare with round , wondering eyes at
the two men. "Well , sonny , what do
you want ? " asked Mr. Crenshaw in
dulgently.
"Please , sir , I want this here old
spo'tin' rifle , " said the child.
"I reckon you may keep it at least
I've no objection. " Crenshaw glanced
at Bladen.
"Oh , by all means , " said the latter.
Spasms of delight shook the small
figure. With a murmur that was meant
for thanks he backed from the room ,
closing the door. Bladen glanced in
quiringly at Crenshaw.
"You want to know about him , sir ?
Well , that's Hannibal Wayne Hazard.
But who Hannibal Wayne Hazard Is
just wait a minute , sir" and quit
ting his chair Mr. Crenshaw hurried
from the room to return almost immediately -
mediately with a tall countryman.
"Mr. Bladen , this Is Bob Yancy. Bob ,
the gentleman wants to hear about
the woman and the child ; that's your
story. "
"Howdy , sir , " said Mr. Yancy. He
appeared to meditate on the mental
effort that was required of him.
"It was four years ago come next
Christmas , " said Crenshaw.
"Old Christmas , " corrected Mr.
Yancy. "The evening befo' , it was ,
and I'd gone to Fayetteville to get my
Christmas fixin's. Just at sundown 1
hooked up that blind mule of mine to
the cart and started fo' home. A mile
out of town I heard some one sloshIng -
Ing through the rain after me. I
pulled up and waited , and then I made
out it was a woman. She spoke when
she was alongside the cart and says ,
'Can you drive me on to the Barony ? '
When I got down to help her into the
cart I saw she was toting a child In
her arms. Well , sir , she hardly spoke
until we came to the red gate , when
she says , 'Stop , If you please ; I'll
walk the rest of the way. ' The last
I seen of her she was hurrying
through the rain totlngr the child In
her arms. "
Mr. Crenshaw took up the narrative.
"When morning come she was
gone , but the child done stayed be
hind. I've heard Aunt Alsidla tell as
how the old general said that mornIng -
Ing , pale and shaking like , 'You'll find
a boy asleep in the red room ; he's to
be fed and cared fo' , but keep him
out of my sight His name IB Hannl-
bal Wayne Hazard. ' That is all the
general ever said on the matter. "
The old general was borne across
what had once been the west lawn to
his resting-place in the neglected acre
where the dead and gone of his race
lay , and the record of the family was
complete , as far as any man knew.
Then Crenshaw , assisted by Bob
Yancy , proceeded to secure the great
house against intrusion.
They passed from room to room se
curing doors and windows , and at
last stepped out upon the back porch.
"Hullo ! " said Yancy , pointing.
There on a bench by the kitchen
door was Hannibal Wayne Hazard
asleep , with his old spo'tin' rifle
across his knees.
"Well , I declare to goodness ! " said
Crenshaw.
"I reckon you'd rather drop a word
with yo' missus before you toted him
home ? " suggested Yancy , who knew
something of the nature of his friend's
domestic thraldom.
"A woman ought to be boss In her
own house , " said Crenshaw.
"Feelin' the truth of that , I've never
married , Mr. John. But I was going
to say , what's to hinder me from
toting that boy to my home ? "
"If you'll take the boy , Bob , you
shan't lose by It. "
Yaiicy rested a big knotted hand
on the boy's shoulder.
"Come , wake up , sonny ! " The child
roused with a start and stared into
the strange bearded face that was
bent toward him. "It's yo' Uncle
Bob , " continued Yancy in a wheedling
tone. "Here , give us the spo'tin' rille
to tote ! "
Yancy balanced the rifle on his
great palm and his eyes assumed a
speculative cast.
"I wonder what's to hinder us from
of Scratch Hill the boy Hannibal fol
lowed at Ynncy's heels as that gen
tleman pursued the not arduous
rounds of temperate industry which
made up his daily life , for if Yancy
were not completely idle he was re
sponsible tor a counterfeit present
ment of Idleness having most of the
merits of the real article.
The Barony had been offered for
sale and bought in by Crenshaw for
eleven thousand dollars , this being
the amount of his claim. Some six
months later he sold the plantation
for fifteen thousand dollars to Na
thaniel Ferris , of Currituck county.
"There's money in the old place ,
Bob , at that figure , " Crenshaw told
Yancy.
"Bladen's got an answer from them
South Carolina Quintards , and they
don't know nothing about the boy , "
added Crenshaw. "So you can rest
easy , Bob ; they ain't going to want
him. "
"Well , sir , that surely is a passel of
comfort to me. I find I got all the
instincts of a father without having
had none of the instincts of a hus
band. "
A richer , deeper realization of his
joy came to Yancy when he had
turned his back on Balaam's Cross
Roads and set out for home through
the fragrant silence of the pine woods.
Just beyond the Barony , which was
midway between Balaam's and the
Hill , down the long stretch of sandy
road he saw two mounted figures ,
then as they drew nearer he caught
the flutter of skirts and recognized
one of the horsewomen. It was Mrs.
Ferris , wife of the Barony's new own
er. She reined in her horse abreast
of his cart.
"Aren't you Mr. Yancy ? " she asked.
"I am Mrs. Ferris , and I am very
"This , " Said Yancy , "Are Scratch Hill. "
loading tills old gun , and firing this
old gun , and hearing this old gun
go bang ! Eh ? "
The child's blue eyes grew wide.
"Please , Uncle Bob , make it go
bang ! "
"You come along , then , " and Mr.
Yancy moved off In the direction of
his mule , the child following.
Thereafter beguiling speech flowed
steadily from Mr. Yancy's bearded
lips , in the midst of which relations
were established between the mule
and cart , and the boy quitted the
Barony for a new world.
The afternoon sun waned as they
went deeper and deeper into the pine
woods , but at last they came to their
journey's end , a widely scattered set
tlement on a hill above a branch.
"This , " said _ lr. Yancy , "are
Scratch Hill , sonny. Why Scratch
Hill ? Some say It's the fleas ; others
agin hold it's the eternal bother of
making a living here , but whether
fleas or living you scratch to * " both. "
CHAPTER II.
Captain Murrell Asks Questions.
In the deep peace that rested like
a benediction on the pine-clad slopes
pleased to make your acquaintance.
"The same here , " murmured Yancy
with winning civility.
Mrs. Ferris' companion leaned for
ward , her face averted , and stroked
her horse's neck with gloved hand.
"This Is my friend , Miss Betty Mal
roy. "
"Glad to know you , ma'am , " said
Yancy.
Miss Malroy faced him , 'smiling.
She was quite radiant with youth , and
beauty.
"We are Just returning from Scratch
Hill , " said Mrs. Ferris.
"And the dear little boy we met Is
your nephew , Is he not , Mr. Yancy ? "
It was Betty Malroy who spoke.
"In a manner he is and in a man
ner he ain't , " explained Yancy , some
what enigmatically.
"Do you know the old deserted cabIn -
In by the big pine ? the Blount
place ? " asked Mrs. Ferris.
"Yes , ma'am , I know it. "
"I am going to have Sunday school
there for the children ; they shan't
be neglected any longer If I can help
It. Now won't you let your little
nephew cornel
"I reckon you-all can count on my
newy , " Bob said.
Hannibal and Yancy were the first
to arrive at the deserted cabin in the
old field Sunday afternoon. Shy chil
dren from the pine woods , big broth
ers with little sisters and big sisters
with little brothers , drifted out of the
encircling forest.
Mrs. Ferris' missionary spirit mani
fested itself agreeably enough on the
whole. She read certain chapters
from the Bible , finishing with the
story of David , a narrative that made
a deep Impression upon Yancy , com
fortably seated in the doorway.
"You will all be here next Sunday ,
won't you ? and at the same hour ? "
she said , rising.
There was a sudden clatter of
hoofs beyond the door. A man , well
dressed and well mounted bad rid
den into the yard. As Mrs. Ferris
came from the cabin he flung him
self out of the saddle and , hat in
hand , approached her.
"I am hunting a place called the
Barony ; can you tell me If I am on
the right road ? " he asked , lie was a
man in the early thirties , graceful
and powerful of build , with a hand
some face.
"It is my husband you wish to see'/
1 am Mrs. Ferris. "
"Then General Quintard is dead ? "
His tone was ona of surprise.
"His death occurred over a year
ago , anrl my husband now owns tne
Barony ; were you a triead of the gen
eral's ? "
"No , madam ; he was my father's
friend , but I had hoped to meet him. "
His manner was adroit and plausible.
"Will you ride on with , us to the
Barony and meet my husband , Mr.
? " she paused.
"Murrell Captain Murrell. Thank
you ; I should like to see the old
place. I should highly value tbe priv
ilege , " then his eyes rested ou Miss
Malroy.
"Betty , let me present Captain Mur
rell. "
The captain bowed , giving her a
glance of bold admiration.
By this time the children had strag
gled off into the pine woods as si
lently as they had assembled ; only
Yancy and Hannibal remained. Mrs.
Ferris turned to the former.
"If you wall close the cabin door.
Mr. Yancy , everything will be ready
for next Sunday , " she said , and moved
toward the horses , followed by Mur
rell. Betty Malroy lingered for a mo
ment at Hannibal's side.
"Good-by , little boy ; you must ask
your Uncle Bob to bring you up to
the big house to see me , " and stoop
ing she kissed him. "Good-by , Mr.
Yancy. "
CHAPTER III.
Trouble at Scratch Hill.
Captain Murrell had established
himself at Balaam's Cross Roads. He
was supposed to be Interested In the
purchase of a plantation , and In com
pany with Crenshaw visited the nu
merous tracts of land which the mer
chant owned.
"The Barony would have suited
me , " he told Bladen one day. They
had just returned from an excursion.
Into the country and were seated In
the lawyer's office.
"You say your father was a friend
of the old general's ? " said Bladen.
"Years ago , In the north yes , " an
swered Murrell. '
Murrell regarded the lawyer In el- '
lence for a moment out of his deeply I
sunk eyes.
"Too bad about the boy , " he said
at length slowly.
"How do you mean , Captain ? " i
asked Bladen.
"I mean it's a pity he has no one
except Yancy to look after him , " said j
Murrell ; but Bladen showed no in
terest and Murrell went on : "Has
Yancy any legal claim on the boy ? "
"No , certainly not ; the boy was '
merely left with Yancy because Cren- j
shaw didn't know what else to do i
with him. " I
"Get possession of him , and if I ,
don't buy land here I'll take him west ]
with me , " said Murrell quietly , "i
am willing to spend five hundred dollars - !
lars on this if necessary. "
"I'll have to think your proposition - i
tion over , " said Bladen. )
The immediate result of this conversation - |
versation was that within twenty-four i
hours a man driving two horsea !
hitched to a light buggy arrived at
Scratch Hill in quest of Bob Yancy ,
whom he found at dinner and to
whom he delivered a letter. Mr.
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the attention , for holding the letter
at arm's length , he said :
"Well , sir , I've lived nigh on to
forty years , but I never got a piece
of writing befo' never , sir. People ,
if they was close by , spoke to me , IT
at a distance they hollered , but none
of 'em ever wrote. "
"What's your answer ? " demanded
the stranger.
"You tell him I'll be monstrous
glad to talk It over with him any tlm
he fancies to come out here. "
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