“And you served your term?”
“Ah don’ know nothin’ ’bout dat. But Ah pushed de bars out an’ Ah comed away.”
“Didn’t you have a home?” asked Andy.
Ba shook his head, and his eyes widened.
“I ain’t gwine back to no out islands.”
“Out islands?” repeated Andy. “What are they?”
But Ba made no answer. He looked at the boy with narrowed eyes, and then gave his attention to the flying boat. After a few moments, still ignoring the boy’s question, the strange black man, without facing Andy and in a new tone, said in a low voice:
“You ain’t nebber gwine on dat Timbado Key, is you?”
“Timbado Key?” asked Andy. “Where’s that?”