Cleo drew back with amazement at the prostrate figure:
"What on earth's the matter?"
"Oh—oh, Lawd," he shivered, scrambling to his feet and mopping his brow. "Lordy, I thought de major got me dat time sho!"
"You thought the major had you?" Cleo cried incredulously.
Andy ran back to the window and looked out again:
"Yassam—yassam! De major try ter kill me—he's er regular maniacker—gone wild——"
"What about?"
The black hands went to his throat:
"Bout my windpipes, 'pears like!"
"What did he do?"