“Yes, my name is Winthrop,” answered Sam. “And this is Mr. Crane.”
“Dat is verra fortunate, señors. You come to see Señor Hockley, not so?”
“We did? Is he here?”
“He no here now. He had to go to udder house. He send me here to drive you dare, señors,” and the Cuban bowed low.
“To drive to another house?” queried Darry.
“Yes, Señor Carane. Dare is my volante. Please to step in, señors.”
“Wait.” Sam caught Darry by the arm. “Is it far?” he questioned.
“Not verra far, señor—verra nice drive dis a-morning.”
“What is the matter with our friend, Mr. Hockley?”
At this the Cuban shrugged his shoulders. “Cannot tell, señor. He is hurt in de back, I t’ink.”