He laughed a caustic, jeering laugh. 'Satan's mighty active, considerin' his age, but I'd be willin' ter pit the State o' Tennessee agin him when it kem ter huntin' of folks like a pa'tridge.' The sunshine in the girl's eyes was clouded. They had filled with tears. Still leaning on the plough handles, she looked at him, with suddenly crimson cheeks and quivering lips.
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