CHAPTER SIXTEENTH.
"Oft those whose cruelty makes many mourn
Do by the fires which they first kindle burn."
--EARL OF STIRLING.
"As crimes do grow, justice should rouse itself."
--JOHNSON'S CATILINE.
Jackson thought he read suspicion in the doctor's eye as the latter left
the office; also he felt sure the physician would not ride far before
hearing of the attack on Viamede, and would speedily come at the truth by
putting that and that together; perhaps return with a party of avengers,
and hang him to a tree in the adjacent forest.
"I must get out o' this before I'm an hour older," said the scoundrel to
himself. "Oh, for the strength I had yesterday!"
"Why don't you lie down, sah, as Massa Doctah tole ye?" asked Nap,
returning. "Massa always 'spects folks to do prezactly as he tells dem."
"Why, Sambo, I'm too dirty to lie on that nice sofa," replied Jackson,
glancing down at his soiled garments.
"Sambo's not my name, sah," said the negro, drawing himself up with
dignity; "I'se Napoleon Boningparty George Washington Marquis de
Lafayette, an' dey calls me Nap for short. If ye'll take off dat coat,
sah, an' dem boots, I'll take 'em out to de kitchen yard an' clean 'em.
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