I began to walk on again, though they
blinded me.
"Daisy, don't be foolish. If Darry is to wear two crowns in
the other world, he is a servant in this, all the same; and he
must do his duty."
"I asked for the saddle —" I said.
"Why, Daisy, Daisy!" Preston exclaimed — "don't be such a
child. You know nothing about it. I didn't touch Darry to hurt
him."
"It was a sort of hurt that if he had not been a Christian he
would have made you sorry for."
"He knows I would shoot him if he did," said Preston coolly.
"Preston, don't speak so!" I pleaded.
"It is the simple truth. Why shouldn't I speak it?"
"You do not mean that you would do it?" I said, scarce opening
my eyes to the reality of what he said.
"I give you my word, I do! If one of these black fellows laid
a hand on me I would put a bullet through him, as quick as a
partridge."
"But then you would be a murderer —" said I. The ground seemed
taken away from under my feet. We were standing still now, and
facing each other.
"No, I shouldn't," said Preston.
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