"You'll die for me?"
"Yassam! yassam—I'll die fer you—I'll die fer ye; of cose I'll die for ye! B-b-but fer Gawd's sake what ye want wid er dead nigger?"
Andy leaped back in terror as Norton's tall figure suddenly appeared in the door, his rumpled iron-gray hair gleaming in the shadows, his eyes flashing with an unnatural light. He quickly crossed the room and lifted his index finger toward Cleo:
"Just a word with you——"
The woman's hands met nervously, and she glanced at Andy:
"Very well, but I want a witness. Andy can stay."
Norton merely glanced at the negro:
"Get out!"
"Yassah!"
"Stay where you are!" Cleo commanded.