Curtis looked alarmed.
“What did you say?” he inquired, apprehensively.
“Told him de boy was crazy as a loon—dat he tried to kill his mother las’ week, and had a carvin’-knife hid in his room.”
“Good, Julius! I didn’t give you credit for such a fertile imagination.
“What’s dat, massa?” asked Julius, looking puzzled.
“I didn’t know you were such a skillful liar.”
“Yah! yah!” laughed Julius, quite comprehending this compliment. “I reckon I can twis’ de trufe pretty well, Massa Curtis!”
“You have done well, Julius,” said Curtis, approvingly. “Here’s a dollar!”
The negro was quite effusive in his gratitude.
“What did the young man say?”