Двенадцать лет рабства
Chapter 8
Istruckhimablowortwomore,thenpushedhimfrommewithsuchawell-directedkickthathewentrollingoverontheground.
Risingtohisfeet,andbrushingthedirtfromhishair,hestoodlookingatme,palewithrage. Wegazedateachotherinsilence. NotawordwasuttereduntilChapingallopeduptous.
"Whatisthematter?"hecriedout.
"MasterTibeatswantstowhipmeforusingthenailsyougaveme,"Ireplied.
"Whatisthematterwiththenails?"heinquired,turningtoTibeats.
Tibeatsansweredtotheeffectthattheyweretoolarge,payinglittleheed,however,toChapin’squestion,butstillkeepinghissnakisheyesfastenedmaliciouslyonme.
"Iamoverseerhere,"Chapinbegan. "ItoldPlatttotakethemandusethem,andiftheywerenotofthepropersizeIwouldgetothersonreturningfromthefield. Itisnothisfault. Besides,IshallfurnishsuchnailsasIplease. Ihopeyouwillunderstandthat,Mr.Tibeats."
Tibeatsmadenoreply,but,grindinghisteethandshakinghisfist,sworehewouldhavesatisfaction,andthatitwasnothalfoveryet. Thereuponhewalkedaway,followedbytheoverseer,andenteredthehouse,thelattertalkingtohimallthewhileinasuppressedtone,andwithearnestgestures.
IremainedwhereIwas,doubtingwhetheritwasbettertoflyorabidetheresult,whateveritmightbe. PresentlyTibeatscameoutofthehouse,and,saddlinghishorse,theonlypropertyhepossessedbesidesmyself,departedontheroadtoCheneyville.