He mought git out and let down de whole fence, an' dat ole hoss ud nebber move.

Bress my soul moh' p'intedly! ef Mahs' Junius ain't comin' 'long ter open de gate!" For a few moments Peggy stood and stared, her mind not capable of grasping this astounding situation.

"No, he ain't nudder!" she presently exclaimed with an air of relief.

"Mahs' Junius done tole him dat ef he want dat gate open he better git down and open it hese'f.

Dat's right Mahs' Junius! Stick up to dat! Dar go Mahs' Junius into de woods an' Mister Crof' he git out, an' go after him.