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 in amazement at Alfred as he pummelled Isaac's head against the floor with one hand and pounded him with the other.

At every thump of his head Isaac yelled:

"God sabe me! de debble done got me! Help, Lawd, help! Save me Lawd—save me now!"

Alfred pounded steadily away.

Aunt Julie Ann, when she caught her breath, grasped Alfred's arm and yelled:

"What yer doin' here, nigger!"

He wrenched his arm loose from her grasp and hit Isaac a smashing blow in the mouth as he cried again for help.

"Git offen my ole man. I tell ye!" screamed Aunt Julie Ann, gripping Alfred by the throat.

"Name er God, 'oman, what yer doin' when I comes here ter save ye!" cried Alfred, wrenching himself from her grip and returning to his work on Isaac.

"Git offen 'im, I tell ye, fo' I bus' yer open!" she panted, towering above the writhing pair. She began to pound Alfred over the head with her fists, but he worked steadily away on Isaac without noticing the interruptions.

Suddenly Aunt Julie Ann threw both arms around his neck, bent his lank figure double across Isaac's prostrate form, and hurled her three hundred pounds squarely across the two writhing