"What house is it?" Nick wished to have confirmation, if possible, regarding what Dumont had, told him.
"It done used to be a gamblin'-house, sah, jes' on deoder side ob de ribbuh. Dat's de house, sah, where all them men meets to talk and say cuss words, sah. It'son de lef' han' jes' as you cross de bridge, sah."
"I know where it is, if that is the one."
"Dat's de one, sah, shore 'nuff."
"All right, my man. I guess I'll take your word for it. But I want you to stay right here at this house till I return, and if it should so happen that your master should return in the meantime, I don't want you to tell him anything about this call. Do you understand?"
"I does, sah."
"Will you keep your mouth shut?"
"I will, sah."
"If he should come back here before I return, and you should tell him that I have been here and that I am coming back again, it will be a prison for yours. Do you understand?"
"I does, sah. I'll be as mum as an oyster, sah. I won't speak about you, nohow."