“Why did you not send for me?”
“I thought of that, but they told me you war gone, and wouldn’t be back in time for the ceremony.”
“How did you get out here? Who opened the window?”
“That war done by a angel.”
“An angel?—what do you mean?”
“Jist this; that at one of the corners of that thar eternal hole, a angel appeared and showed me the road to liberty.”
“Who was it?”
“Wal, it air no use keepin’ it from you—”
“Speak! who was it?”
“I’ll tell you, but first listen a spell to somethin’ else. Nelatu, lad, I once did you a sarvice.”