The old darky continued to puff calmly on his corncob.
Mr. Joyce thrust his hands in his pockets and glowered at him. His companions stood silently by, watching Uncle Abe.
“Where are your visitors?” he asked suddenly.
Bill released the safety-catch on his automatic.
Uncle Abe puffed steadily on his pipe, but said nothing.
“Answer me! Where are they?” snarled John J. Joyce.
“Yaas, suh!” The old darky removed the corncob from his mouth and looked up at his late employer.
“Well, why don’t you speak?”
“Kase yo’ done tell me not ter answer a while back.”
“I tell you to answer me now.” Mr. Joyce glared threateningly into his face. “Are you just stubborn, or in your dotage? Where are your visitors?”