y out of fear as he gets a glimpse of the inscrutable face, the shaggy brows beneath which the gray eyes glinted coldly(283). When Sarty encounters the Justice of the Peace during the trial in which Abner sues Major de Spain, he sent one glare of fierce, exultant, partisan defiance(284). Even when the Justice finds in favor of Major de Spain, still awarding him reduced damages in the sum of 10 bushels of corn, Sarty sides with his father He wont get no ten bushels neither. He wont get one(285). Sarty realizes the judgment is a blow to Abners pride and hopes that voicing his outrage at the award will appease him. His actions are critical if he is to thwart any notion that Abner is looking to feed his appetite for destruction. But, Abner seems calm, his voice almost pleasant, almost gentle(285) when he replies You think so? Well, well wait till October anyway(285).Sarty is optimistic that Abner will not seek revenge for his embarrassment at the hands of Major de Spain as he sits on the porch gazing out into the night until the sound of all his hopes and fears shatters the silence Abner! No! No! Oh, God(286). Sarty whirls around to see his mother desperately trying to stop Abner from pouring kerosene into a 5-gallon container her face the same quality of hopeless despair as had been in her voice(286). The moment Sarty has always feared has arrived. The building chaos of his mothers pleading and his fathers demands for him to go get that oil(286) swim through his head as he runs to the stable. This is it! Searching for any shred of decency in his fathers face, Sarty hands Abner the can, as appeals to him to send Major de Spain a warning Aint you even going to send a nigger?(286). Abner grabs him stooping at him in breathless and frozen ferocity, the cold, dead voice(286) spewing orders to the older brother and drags him to his mother. Take hold of him . . . if he gets loose . . . he will go up yonder(286). With that final utt...
