That hope was extinguished as the small brown boy came out of the bushes along the stream side.
"Sam, have you seen Miss 'Chanda?" Val demanded.
"Yessuh."
"Where?" Carrying on a conversation with Sam Two was like prying diamonds out of a rock. He possessed a rooted distaste for talking.
"Heah, suh."
"When?"
"Jest a li'l bitty 'go."
"Where did she go?"
Sam pointed downstream.
"Did she take the boat?"