“Leave you?” she repeated. “With—with him?”
“Yes. I have something to say to him. Something important.”
She and Azuba exchanged looks. The latter nodded.
“All right,” she said decisively; “course we'll go. Come, Labe.”
But Laban seemed loath to move.
“I ain't got through with him yet,” he observed. “I'd only begun.”
“You come with me. Have you forgot all I told you so soon? Come!”
“Hey? No; no, I ain't forgot. Is this part of it?”
“Part of it's part of it; the rest ain't. You come, 'fore you do any more spilin'. Come, now.”
Mr. Ginn went. At the head of the back stairs he paused.