Andy solemnly raised his hand again:
"Mind ye, I don't say dat she ain't, I des say sposen—sposen she die, an' you git a little orphan baby ter put in her place, twenty years ergo, jis' ter keep yer grip on de major——"
Cleo peered steadily into his face:
"'Yassam, but dat ain't all, m'am.'"
"Did you guess that lie?"
He cocked his head to one side and grinned:
"I don't say dat I did, an' I don't say dat I didn't. I des say dat I mought, an' den ergin I moughn't!"
"Well, it's a lie!" she cried fiercely—"I tell you it's an infamous lie!"