The negro slipped away. A short minute or so and Captain Blaise, who had been peering like a man on watch on a bad night, gripped me nervously. "Look, there she is!"
I looked. Never again would I have to be told to look. She was framed in a low window off the veranda. The Governor's son was now close behind her. Ubbo was standing on the lawn over near the musicians. We crept nearer. Turning, as if accidentally, she saw him and called to him. "How is your master, Ubbo, to-night?"
"Marster tell me to say he more happy to-night, Missy."
"Told you to say, Ubbo?"
"Yes, Missy, marster tell me to say."
"That's the signal, that sentence," whispered Captain Blaise.
"That's good. You can go, Ubbo." She smiled and chatted with the Governor's son then.
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"She can't have interpreted the message aright," I panted.