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"No!" I suddenly shouted, coming to a sudden decision. He had an expression of surprise on his face when I hit him with the gunbarrel. It faded as he fell. "You!" I shouted down the hill. "Jake! Let the girl go! I'll throw Duncan out to you!"
"No! Don't do it!" Lois screamed. "They'll kill you anyway!"
"Throw him out first!" Kinslow yelled.
"Let her go!"
"Tell you what. We'll bring her up and trade you."
I thought for a moment. "All right. But just one man."
They were quiet for a while. Lois kept screaming for me to stop, till they gagged her, but I couldn't throw my daughter to them to save someone like Duncan. "All right, mister," Jake called, "I'm coming up. You bring that nigger out. No tricks. Pretty girl gets it if there are."
I saw movement below, near the edge of the trees. Lois, being dragged by a white man. She was kicking and scratching, but he ignored her. They came up the hill. When I judged they were close enough, I lifted Duncan and went out. He was half-conscious, just enough to stand with my help, not enough to understand what was happening.
Jake stopped about five feet away. He held a pistol to the side of Lois' head. He gri
"Let her go."
He moved slightly behind my daughter. He gri
The rifles barked all around the cave. I felt bullets hit Duncan. One caught me in the thigh, spi
"Only one of you in there now, black boy," he laughed. "And we're go
I suppose they are. That was twenty minutes ago. I'm writing this by moonlight, as they creep closer. The bullets are coming in a steady rain, ricocheting throughout the cavern. One will get me any minute. The King of Ivory wins another match. Sad.
I forgot. All the good ones were dead. I trusted bad ones. If God is in a better mood later, I guess I'll have all eternity to think about it. Hatred. It's sad.
"Go tell it on the mountain,
Over the hill and everywhere;
Go tell it on the mountain,
To let my people go—"