“‘O Dan!  O my husban’! come en he’p me! come en sabe me fum dis wolf w’at ‘s killin’ me!’

“Wen po’ Dan sta’ted to’ds her, ez any man nach’ly would, it des made her holler wuss en wuss; fer she did n’ knowed dis yer wolf wuz her Dan.  En Dan des had ter hide in de weeds, en grit his teef en hoi’ hisse’f in, ‘tel she passed out’n her mis’ry, callin’ fer Dan ter de las’, en wond’rin’ w’y he did n’ come en he’p her.  En Dan ’lowed ter hisse’f he ’d ruther ‘a’ be’n killt a dozen times ’n ter ‘a’ done w’at he had ter Mahaly.

“Dan wuz mighty nigh ’stracted, but w’en Mahaly wuz dead en he got his min’ straighten’ out a little, it did n’ take ‘im mo’ d’n a minute er so fer ter see th’oo all de cunjuh man’s lies, en how de cunjuh man had fooled ’im en made ’im kill Mahaly, fer ter git eben wid ’im fer killin’ er his son.  He kep’ gittin’ madder en madder, en Mahaly had n’ much mo’ d’n drawed her’ las bref befo’ he sta’ted back ter de cunjuh man’s cabin ha’d ez he could run.

“Wen he got dere, de do’ wuz stan’in’ open; a lighterd-knot wuz flick’rin’ on de h’a’th, en de ole cunjuh man wuz settin’ dere noddin’ in de corner.  Dan le’p’ in de do’ en jump’ fer dis man’s th’oat, en got de same grip on ‘im w’at de cunjuh man had tol’ ’im ‘bout half a’ hour befo’.  It wuz ha’d wuk dis time, fer de ole man’s neck wuz monst’us tough en stringy, but Dan hilt on long ernuff ter be sho’ his job wuz done right.  En eben den he did n’ hol’ on long ernuff; fer w’en he tu’nt de cunjuh man loose en he fell ober on de flo’, de cunjuh man rollt his eyes at Dan, en sezee:—­

“’I’s eben wid you, Brer Dan, en you er eben wid me; you killt my son en I killt yo’ ‘oman.  En ez I doan want no mo’ d’n w’at ’s fair ’bout dis thing, ef you’ll retch up wid yo’ paw en take down dat go’d hangin’ on dat peg ober de chimbly, en take a sip er dat mixtry, it’ll tu’n you back ter a nigger ag’in, en I kin die mo’ sad’sfied ’n ef I lef you lack you is.’

“Dan nebber ‘lowed fer a minute dat a man would lie wid his las’ bref, en co’se he seed de sense er gittin’ tu’nt back befo’ de cunjuh man died; so he dumb on a chair en retch’ fer de go’d, en tuk a sip er de mixtry.  En ez soon ez he ‘d done dat de cunjuh man lafft his las’ laf, en gapsed out wid ‘is las’ gaps:—­

“‘Uh huh!  I reckon I’s square wid you now fer killin’ me, too; fer dat goopher on you is done fix’ en sot now fer good, en all de cunj’in’ in de worl’ won’t nebber take it off.

’Wolf you is en wolf you stays, All de rest er yo’ bawn days.’

“Co’se Brer Dan could n’ do nuffin.  He knowed it wa’n’t no use, but he dumb up on de chimbly en got down de go’ds en bottles en yuther cunjuh fixin’s, en tried ’em all on hisse’f, but dey didn’ do no good.  Den he run down ter ole Aun’ Peggy, but she did n’ know de wolf langwidge, en couldn’t ‘a’ tuk off dis yuther goopher nohow, eben ef she ’d ‘a’ unnerstood w’at Dan wuz sayin’.  So po’ Dan wuz bleedgd ter be a wolf all de rest er his bawn days.