Again Norton forgot Andy's existence, his eyes fixed in space, his mind in a whirl of speculation in which he felt his soul and body sinking deeper. The negro was watching him with increasing suspicion and fear as he turned his head in the direction of the table.
"What are you standing there for?" he asked sharply.
"You say stop, sah."
"Well, get away—get out!" Norton cried with sudden anger.
Andy backed rapidly:
"Yassah!"
As he reached the doorway Norton's command rang so sharply that the negro spun around on one foot:
"Wait!"
"Y—yas—sah!"
The master took a step toward the trembling figure with an imperious gesture: