“We are Americans. Who are yo’?”
“We are Americans, too.”
“What are yo’ doing here?”
“We are lost—deserted by our guide.”
“So are we. How many of yo’ are there?”
“Three. How many of you?”
“Two; and somebody shall suffer fo’ this outrage! Somebody shall pay the penalty fo’ it! I’ll have satisfaction as sho’ ’s my name is——”
“Major Mowbry Fitts, of Natchez, Mississippi,” finished Dick.
“That’s my name, suh! But yo’, suh—why, is it possible that yo’ are——”
“Professor Zenas Gunn, accompanied by Dick Merriwell and Brad Buckhart. Is Miss Ketchum, of Boston, with you?”