"He wouldn't be likely to take such a box to the wreck with him. He must have found it on the ship," went on Mrs. Ruthven, with interest.
"Where could he find it, missus? De folks around yeah has tuk everyt'ing off dat wrack long ago."
"Perhaps not. To tell the truth, Ben, I do not like that man's manner at all."
"No more do I, missus. He's got a bad eye, he has," responded the colored man warmly.
"If you see him again, Ben, I wish you would watch him closely."
"I will do it, missus. Yo' can trust Ole Ben."
"You may be able to learn something important."
"If I do, I'll bring de news to yo' directly, missus."
"Perhaps you had better follow him now," went on Mrs. Ruthven suddenly. "If he goes to the battlefield, you can come back."
"I will, missus," and in a moment more Ben was off.