The overseer staggered to his horse, mounted him and rode furiously to the house, and soon made his appearance, returning, with his gun in his hand.
"Yonder comes the devil!" said one of the women whose row was near Harry's.
"Yes," said another, "He's trying to scare Harry with his gun." "Let him try as he pleases," said Harry, in his low, deep, determined tones, "He may shoot me, but he can't whip me." Huckstep came swearing on: when within a few yards of Harry he stopped, looked at him with a stare of mingled rage and drunken imbecility; and bid him throw down his hoe and come forward.

The undaunted slave refused to comply, and continuing his work told the drunken demon to shoot if he pleased.

Huckstep advanced within a few steps of him when Harry raised his hoe and told him to stand back.

He stepped back a few paces, leveled his gun and fired.

Harry received the charge in his breast, and fell instantly across a cotton row.