"Then, about twenty-five years ago Dave's father pulled up and
went to Fayetteville. Nobody ever knowed why--and I don't
remember that he ever offered any explanation--" continued the
squire.
"He didn't--he just left," said Uncle Sammy.
"Consequently," pursued the squire, somewhat vindictively, "we
ain't had any time in which to form an opinion of the Blounts;
but for myself, I'm suspicious of folks that keep movin' about
and who don't seem able to get located permanent nowheres, who
air here to-day and away tomorrow. But you can't say that of the
Yancys. They air an old family in the country, and naturally
this co't feels obliged to accept a Yancy's word before the word
of a stranger. And in view of the fact that the defendant did
not seek litigation, but was perfectly satisfied to let matters
rest where they was, it is right and just that all costs should
fall on the plaintiff."
CHAPTER V
THE ENCOUNTER
Betty Malroy had ridden into the squire's yard during the
progress of the trial and when Yancy and Hannibal came from the
house she beckoned the Scratch Hiller to her. She was aware that
Mr. Yancy, moving along the line of least industrial resistance,
might be counted of little worth in any broad scheme of life.
Nat Ferris had strongly insisted on this point, as had Judith,
who shared her husband's convictions; consequently, the rumors of
his present difficulty had merely excited them to adverse
criticism.
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