“Look! There's a white woman yonder,—two of 'em, in fact!”
CHAPTER XVI. CAN IT BE TRUE?
That announcement came with all the force of a bolt from the blue, and even the professor dropped his glasses with a gasp of amazement, while Bruno would have leaped to his feet, only for the hasty grab which his brother made at the tail of his coat.
“White—where? Surely it cannot be that—Edgecombe—”
“Augh, take a tumble, boy!” ejaculated Waldo, giving a jerk that rendered compliance nearly literal, though scarcely full of grace. “Want to have the whole gang make a howling break this way? Want to—They're white all right, though!”
“Where? Which direction? Point them out, and—I fail to see anything which would bear out your—”
The professor was sweeping yonder field with his glass, searching for the primal cause of that latest excitement, but without success. No sign of a white face, male or female, rewarded his efforts, and he turned an inquiring gaze upon the youngster.
Waldo was peering from beneath the shade of his hand, but now drew back with a long breath, to slowly shake his head.
“They've gone now, but I did see them, and they were white, just as white as—as anything!”