They think the shot killed me;
but I shall yet expose their villany--"
"Good gracious, I hope so!" exclaimed Uncle Nathan, whose sympathies
wore awakened by the brief narrative of the mulatto.
"Now, it is scarcely prudent for me to retain possession of this will. I
may be discovered, or drowned, or shot; and then my poor mistress would
never be restored."
"True," replied Uncle Nathan, appreciating his companion's reasoning,
and admiring his warm devotion to his mistress.
"I wish to place the will in the keeping of some trusty person, who will
guard it as his own life,--who will deem no sacrifice too great to
relieve the distressed, and foil the wicked," said Hatchie, earnestly.
"I will do the best I can."
"Before I intrust it to you, I must feel that you will not only be
discreet, but that you will labor to foil this wicked plot."
"I will do everything I can," replied Uncle Nathan, warmly, for his
heart was touched at the wrongs of Emily.
"Then here is the will," said Hatchie, handing him the packet, which he
had taken the precaution to envelop in oil-cloth.
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