“Yoah turn!” shouted Toots. “Wek up, yo’ fool! It’s done come mawnin’, an’ dar’s suffin’ happened.”
“Eh?” grunted Harry, starting up and rubbing his eyes. “Why the moon is just rising.”
“Moon!” snorted the colored boy. “Dat’s de sun comin’ up! An’ I don’t beliebe yo’ took yoah turn keepin’ watch.”
Browning grunted and rolled over, flinging out one arm and giving Toots a crack on the neck that keeled him over on the ground.
“Landy goodness!” squealed the darky, grasping his neck with both hands. “What yo’ tryin’ ter do, boy? Want ter coon? Nebber seen such car’less pusson, sar!”
“Oh, shut up your racket!” growled the big college lad. “I’m not half rested yet. Call me when breakfast is ready.”
“Yo’ll done git yeh own breakfas’ dis mawnin’, sar; but befo’ dar’s any breakfas’ we’s gwan ter know what has become of Marser Frank. He’s gone.”
“Gone?” replied Bruce, sitting up with remarkable quickness.
“Gone?” ejaculated Harry, popping up as if he were worked by springs.
“Gone where?” asked Diamond, also sitting up and staring around.