“All done gone wrong—done gone wrong!” was the answer. “I dunno w’at’s de mattah, sah, but I knows suffin’ hab happened.”
“Why were you out here under this tree?”
“Watchin’ fo’ yo’, sah. De p’ofessah sent a lettah to yo’, an’ I s’pected yo’ was comin’.”
“He did not say I was coming?”
“No, sah. He’s been powerful strange, sah.”
“Strange? How?”
“He act queer, sah; an’ now he hab tooken his bed.”
“Taken his bed? Is he ill?”
“Think so, sah; but he won’t let me sen’ fo’ a doctah. Said he’d shoot de fus’ doctah showed his haid roun’ yeah, sah, an’ he keeps de revolvah undah his pillow.”
Frank whistled.