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." "Thank you; if you will I'll give you a dollar.

And if you'll brush the mud from my pants first, I'll try the sofa; for I'm nearly dead for sleep and rest." "All right, sah," and Nap went to a closet, brought out a whisk, and using it vigorously upon the pantaloons, soon brushed away the mud, which the sun had made very dry.