“Have ye seed any one that know’d ye?”
“Not that I am aware of.”
“Ye’ll excuse me for bein’ a leetle rough wi’ ye. I war a bit flurried ’beout the gurl bein’ out, not knowin’ who she wur with. There’s a lot o’ fellars arter her, an’ it’s but right I shed be careful.”
Pierre could not object to this.
“Of course,” pursued Jerry, after another pause of reflection, “ye heerd all that passed atween me an’ that lot o’ diggers?”
“Every word of it.”
“An’ I suppose you know who they war?”
“Yes; I have good reason.”
“Yu’re right thar. Ye’ll be knowin’ then why this chile ain’t livin’ any more in the ole shanty, but in a good, comftable frame-house, wi’ a clarin’ roun’ it?”
“Yes, Jerry Rook, I think I understand that matter.”