"What dar?" whispered Toby, frightened.
"There is somebody. Don't you see? By those shrub-like things."
"Dey ain't nobody dar!"—with a shiver.
"Yes there is. I saw a man jump up. He is bending over something now, trying to lift it. It must be Penn, or some of his friends. Go softly, and see."
Toby, imaginative, superstitious, did not like to move. But Salina urged him; and something must be done.
"I—I's mos' afeard to! But dar's somebody, shore!"
He advanced, with eyes strained wide and cold chills creeping over him. What was the man doing there? What was he trying to lift and drag along the ground? It was the body of another man.
"Who dar?" said Toby.
"Be quiet. Come here!" was the answer.
"What! Carl! Carl! dat you? What you doin' dar? massy sakes!" said Toby.