"Do you think I would forget a solemn promise?" There was surprise and something of resentment in her tone.
"Not exactly that, though Abe Lincoln could talk black into white if he took a notion. But a fellow don't care to have a girl stick to him just on account of a sacred promise."
"What makes you talk so strangely?" she asked. "And tell me, where are you going? You haven't told me this yet."
"I'm going back where I came from—back where I left my people when I came out here."
"That was in New York somewhere."
"Yes, in New York somewhere. I expect to come back and bring them."
"When are you going?"
"To-morrow."
"To-morrow! So soon?" she exclaimed in surprise and pain. "Will you be gone long?"