he said sullenly. She felt degraded by his words.

“Frale, do you know me all these years to think such as that of me now?”

“I tell you he have put a spell on you. I kin feel hit an’ see hit. Hit ain’t your fault, Cass. I’d put one on you myself, ef I could. Anyhow, I’ll take you out of this fer he have done hit.”

“Do you never say that word to me again as long as you live, Frale,” she said sternly. “Listen at me, I say. You go back there and work like you said you would — ”

“Didn’t I tell you that thar houn’ dog Giles Teasley war on my scent? I seen him. I got to come back ontwell I c’n git shet o’ him.”