“Who are you?” demanded the man, looking sharply at him.
“Bohunkus Johnson, sah.”
“A blamed queer name; what brought you here?”
Bunk was on the point of telling the truth, when he reflected that it might reveal more than Professor Morgan wished.
“I’m hunting deers,” said he.
“Have you killed any?”
“Sartinly; I’ve killed ’leben.”
“Where are they?”
“Laying round in de woods; haben’t yo’ seed any ob ’em?”