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At twelve o’clock I noticed that both Hamp and Aunt Minervy were growing restless.

“You hear dat clock, don’t you, Marse Tumlin?” said Minervy as the chimes died away. “Ef you don’t min’, de Kukluckers’ll be a-stickin’ der haids in de back do’.”

But the Major and the Colonel were playing a rubber of seven-up (or high-low-Jack) and paid no attention. It was a quarter after twelve when the game was concluded and the players pushed their chairs back from the table.

“Ef you don’t fin’ um in de yard waitin’ fer you, I’ll be fooled might’ly,” remarked Aunt Minervy Ann.

“Go and see if they’re out there,” said the Major.

“Me, Marse Tumlin? Me? I wouldn’t go out dat do’ not for ham.”

The Major took out his watch. “They’ll eat and drink until twelve or a little after, and then they’ll get ready to start. Then they’ll have another drink all ’round, and finally they’ll take another. It’ll be a quarter to one or after when they get in the grove in the far end of the lot. But we’ll go out now and see how the land lays. By the time they get here, our eyes will be used to the darkness.”