"What are we to do now, Eli?" I asked.
He looked anxiously around him like one in doubt; then he put his fingers in his mouth, and gave a long piercing whistle.
"Who are you whistling to?"
"He's coming," he answered, looking out over the wild waters.
"Who's coming?"
"The man that told me."
"Who is he?"
"I'll tell 'ee, Maaster Jasper. I've bin 'ere fer days, I have. I was loppin 'round 'cawse I knawed you was 'ere."
"How did you know?"