"No, ma'm; I ain't a-sayin' I knows him exactly. I done heard tell 'bout
him nigh 'bout a year ago, when there was some men from the city come
through here a-huntin' him. Everybody 'lows as how he was drowned at
Elbow Rock."

"The body was never found, though," murmured one of the men in the
group.

"Who lives in that little log house over there, Judy?" Harry Green asked
suddenly, pointing.

"There? Oh, that there's Auntie Sue's place. I 'lowed everybody knowed
that," returned the girl.

"Who is Auntie Sue?" came the next question.

One of the women answered, before Judy could speak: "Auntie Sue is that
old-maid school-teacher they told us about. Don't you remember, Harry?"

"Is Auntie Sue at home now, girl?" asked Mrs. Kent.

Judy's gaze was fixed on the ground as she replied: "I don't know, ma'm.
I ain't got no truck with anybody on yon side the river."

"Is there any one living with Auntie Sue?" asked some one; and in the
same breath from another came the question, "Who is Mr. Burns?"

Judy jerked her twisted shoulders and threw up her head with an
impatient defiance, as she returned shrilly: "I'm a-tellin' youuns I
don't know nothin' 'bout nobody. Hit ain't no sort er use for youuns ter