“Where?”
“Out ob de swamp into de woods.”
“And Sansuta?”
“De gal am gone ’long wid him.”
Nelatu groaned.
Warren, then, was guilty.
“Do you know me?” he asked.
“Oh, yes, massa, I knows you well—you am Sansuta’s brodder. I tole Warren he war a-doin’ wrong, but he am so headstrong he would take your sister. Dis chile’s begged him not to do it.”
“False dog! you are deceiving me.”
“I swear, Mass ’Latu, I’se speaking the bressed trufe.”