"It shan't be said that Jerry Swinger's ruff
couldn't protect a stranger."
"But, woman, she is my property," answered Maxwell, not a little
intimidated by the ferocious aspect of the matron.
"Do not believe him, good woman, do not believe him!" exclaimed Emily,
as she saw the woman was a little staggered by the attorney's claim.
"No, ma'am, I won't believe him," responded Mrs. Swinger, as her heart
triumphed over the argument of the lawyer.
"It matters little whether you believe me or not. Here is the bill of
sale, and, in the name of the law, I take what is mine."
The hostess was not a little perplexed by the document, and Emily
observed, with terror, that she wavered in her purpose.
"It is a gross forgery!" exclaimed Emily, with a glance of earnest
pleading, which the rough but kind-hearted woman could not resist.
"I don't care nothin' about your bill of sale! The gal is safe," said
Mrs. Swinger, with emphasis.
Maxwell, resolving to execute his design, again seized Emily by the arm,
and was on the point of hurrying her out of the cabin.
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