“I got a letter from his father tellin’ me to git him at the school he was at and fetch him here.”
“Why?”
“’Cause his father was down with some kind of sickness in Central America and figgered he was goin’ to die. The letter was two months old when I got it. It jest said he was goin’ to die, and to get his son and take him to Henry Wigglesworth in Wicksville.”
“What made his father send you?” Mark says.
“Because him and me was pals in lots of places, and because he knew he could trust me to do what he asked. We been in a lot of pinches together.”
“Why was you to t-t-take Rock to Mr. Wigglesworth?”
“I dunno. Big Rock never told me.”
“Is Rock’s father’s n-n-name Rock, too?”
“Yes.”
“What else?”