picked right off,” he suggested.
“It’s all picked, sir.”
“But where is it?”
‚ÄúIf you‚Äôll send a wagon, sir‚ÅÝ‚Äî‚Äù
But the Colonel hardly waited.
‚ÄúHere you, Jim, take the big mules and drive like‚ÅÝ‚ÄîWhere‚Äôs that wench?‚Äù
But Zora was already striding on ahead, and was far up the red road when the great mules galloped into sight and the long whip snapped above their backs. The Colonel was still excited.
‚ÄúThat cotton must be ours, Harry‚ÅÝ‚Äîall of it. And see that none is stolen. We‚Äôve got no contract with the wench, so don‚Äôt dally with her.‚Äù But Harry said firmly, quietly: