“Who says?” Andy whirled about.
“Why, she says—Sergia says.—Didn’t I jest tell you, Andy?”
“You didn’t tell me nuthin’,” said Andy. He had returned to the bay.
“She is his—she is goin’ to marry him,” said William.
“Huh!”
There was silence for a minute, while Andrew digested the morsel. “When they goin’ to be married?” he said at last.
Uncle William shook his head. “That’s jest it, Andy. They’re in a heap o’ trouble.”
Andy stirred uneasily. “What’d she write to you for?”
“I’m comin’ to that—if you’ll give me time. She thought mebbe I could help—”
Andy moved a little away. “You hain’t got the means,” he said decisively.