“Dey ain’t no shed no mo’.”
“No shed!” exclaimed Morey, looking quickly toward the far end of the old plantation. “Why, what’s become of it?”
“Captain Barber, he done tote it away.”
“Captain Barber moved it away? Why, what right has he on my mother’s place?”
“I dunno. But he tooked it away.”
“When?” exclaimed Morey excitedly.
“When?” repeated Amos. “Da’s when he fit pa and call him ‘ol’ fashion nigger better wake up.’”
Morey caught the colored boy by the shoulders.
“I didn’t know your father ever had a fight with our neighbor.”