"You have fish to sell," he asked, "I will take them all. Go around to the back door and leave them...." Then in a lower tone he ordered, "Meet me in five minutes at the bottom of the hill."
The last of the sentence was breathed rather than spoken. Dan Jordan turned into State Street some minutes afterwards, and he could see the glistening red head of the fisher-girl as she swung her empty basket on her arm and jingled the money in her hand which she had received for the fish.
"Tell me quickly where Mr. Graves is," commanded Dan rushing toward her.
"He air in my hut," answered Tess bluntly.
"Did the boys bring him there?"
"Nope, he got away.... And I took him there."
She described the plan she and Frederick had formed.
"Ye see by that way ye can get him to the supper, can't ye?"
"Yes," replied Dan delightedly, "and we will never be able to thank you enough for what you have done. Let me assure you that we are very grateful to you."
"Aw, shut up!" Every white tooth showed in the wide smile, "I ain't done nothin'. He air done more than that for me."