"Daddy?"
"Yes."
"I'se dyin'."
"Oh, doan say dat." He took her hands. "My God, genermen," he exclaimed, "she is cold. Oh, fur God's sake, kain't you he'p me? John, kain't—Oh, Hebenly Father——"
"Daddy?"
"Yas, angel."
"Didn' you tell me erbout de good man dat died? Daddy, I—oh, I'se so happy—I——"
"My God, she's gone!" exclaimed the old negro; "gone, gone. Oh, God, have mercy on my po' ole heart. Genermen, leave me yere er little while."
Potter and John went out into the night. The thousand stars were still winking at each other. Without speaking the two friends turned down toward the river.
"What noise is that?" Potter asked suddenly stopping.