"Yassum."
"You remember that I used to keep a pistol?"
"Yo' mean dat one yo' say dat gemman out West gave yuh once?"
"Yes."
"Yassum, Ah 'membuh it."
"Where is it now?"
"Last Ah saw of it was in dis heah draw' in de writin'-desk."
Crossing to the other side of the room, the negress opened the desk and began to fumble among a lot of old papers. Finally she drew out a small, thirty-two calibre revolver, which she held out gingerly.
"Is dis it?"
Laura turned and looked.