“There’s my box and hisn and some traps down below. He’s gone down to look after ’em,” said Uncle William. “Juno come back?”
“Nope.”
The young man appeared on deck with his hand-bag. “How are you, Andy?”
Andy nodded.
“He says she ain’t come back,” said Uncle William.
“Who?”
“Juno. She must ’a’ been gone as much as a week, ain’t she, Andy?”
“Two weeks last night,” said Andy.
“Tuh-tuh!” Uncle William’s tongue expressed concern. “We’ll hev to go look for her. You goin’ to row us up?”
“Guess so,” said Andy.