Publisher's Synopsis
"What am I gwine to do wid dese yere barkers, Colonel?" asked Chad, picking up his master's case of duelling pistols from the mantel. "I ain't tetched der moufs since I iled 'em up for dat Klutchem man." "Take them upstairs, Chad, and put them away," answered the Colonel with an indignant wave of the hand. "No chance o' pickin' him, I s'pose? Done got away fo' sho, ain't he?" The Colonel nodded his head and kept on looking into the fire. The subject was evidently an unpleasant one. "Couldn't Major Yancey an' de Jedge do nuffin?" persisted the old servant, lifting one of the pistols from the case and squinting into its polished barrel. "Eve'ything that a gentleman could do was done, Chad. You are aware of that, Major?" and he turned his head towards me-the Colonel will insist on calling me "Major." "But I am not done with him yet, Chad. The next time I meet him I shall lay my cane over his back. Take them upstairs and put them on my dressin' table. We'll keep them for some gentleman at home."
