"Cal," said the Major. "Cal what?"
"I don't know."
"Oh, yes, you do, now—you foolin' me"—the boy lifted one finger at the Major.
"Buford, Calvin Buford."
"Buford—Buford—Buford," repeated the boy, each time with his forehead wrinkled as though he were trying to recall something.
"What is it, Chad?"
"Nothin'—nothin'."
And then he looked up with bewildered face at the Major and broke into the quavering voice of an old man.
"Chad Buford, you little devil, come hyeh this minute or I'll beat the life outen you!"
"What—what!" said the Major excitedly. The boy's face was as honest as the sky above him. "Well, that's funny—very funny."