"Do you know what you are saying?" demanded Marcy. "Who told you that improbable story?"
"G'long now, honey," answered Morris good-naturedly. "Mebbe de niggahs all fools, but they know a heap. Marse Marcy, dat gal Nance didn't tell no lie when she say how that Allison and Goodwin boy come to Miss Brown's house and talk about de money, did she? And she didn't say no lie nudder when she tol' me that these men coming up here some night to get that money, did she? Aint they done been here dis night? What for the cap'n and all the rest of dem white trash gone to the Island this night? Kase they don't want to be here when the thing happen."
"Did you know that the robbers were to come here to-night?"
"No, sar, Marse Marcy. I didn't know that. I know they was coming some night."
"Well, some one must have known that they had made up their minds to come to-night and told the Union men to be on the watch for them," said Marcy.
"That's a fac'," assented Morris.
"Who was it?"
"I—I don't know, sar; 'fore the Lawd——"
"Morris!" said Mrs. Gray reproachfully.
"Yes, missus; I does know, but I don't want to tell."