broken pane, in the bow-window, this morning, eh! you black rascal? tell me that!"
Jeff trembled in every joint, and caught hold of a chair for support.
"Guy, Massa, dem tings was in my pocket last night, jis 'fore I went to bed; I remember usin' 'em 'fore Mr. Quirk went out; but I'se sure I know nuffin more 'bout 'em."
"Don't you lie to me, sir! If you've had a hand in this business, I'll have your black neck twisted off, I will. Get out of my sight!"
The expression of poor Jeff's face was pitiful to behold. He turned away, with his trembling hands clasped before him, and his great eyes looking upward, as if imploring mercy.
Mr. Delancey then went into Guly's room, and listened to his recital of what had occurred, so far as he knew, during the night.
"And you are sure you have seen this young man, who drew his dirk on you, before?"
"Positive of it, sir. I caught but a glimpse of him last night, but it was sufficient to show me who it was."
"If I send for an officer, you will describe him?"
"To the best of my ability, sir."