Me go too—high!
No.
Where you go?—high!
Rachel pointed with her hand.
Are you afraid to tell? asked the preacher, looking about in vain for somebody to appear.
I have told him—I pointed with my hand—
But how could he see thy hand such a dark night? said Elizabeth.
As you would see it in the light of day, said the preacher.
High—high—me better go too—poo-ka-kee.
No, no—I’d rather not, whoever thee is—we are quite safe—