human
Blood!
gpt
Bosses--Marsters! What is I ever done to you? To this there was no reply.
human
I ain't never hurted none er you-all; I ain't never had de idee er harmin' you. All I been doin' for dis long time, is ter try ter fetch sinners ter de mercy-seat. Dat's all I been doin', an' dat's all I wanter do--I tell you dat right now. Still there was no response, and the Rev. Jeremiah made bold to take a closer look at the riders who were within range of his vision. He nearly sunk in his tracks when he saw that each one appeared to be carrying his head under his arm.
gpt
Name er de Lord! he cried;
human
Ef you wanter know who been tryin' fer ter 'casion trouble, I kin tell you, an' dat mighty quick. But apparently the white riders were not seeking for information. They asked no questions, and the perspiration flowed more freely than ever from the Rev. Jeremiah's pores. Again his red handkerchief came out of his pocket, and again the rider behind him cried out
gpt
Blood!
human
Ef you-all think dey's blood on dat hankcher, you mighty much mistooken. 'Twuz red in de sto', long 'fo' I bought it, an' ef dey's any blood on it, I ain't put it dar--I'll tell you dat right now.
gpt
Beware!