"What did she say?"
"Miss Warren wass crying, sir—"
"What?" I asked, astonished.
"Yess, sir; Miss Warren she only sat down under the drees, and she cry mit herselluf."
"And you came to get me? And my manner made you believe I did not care to see Miss Warren?"
"Miss Warren she knew I hatt come to fetch you. I dold her so. When I passed py dot Boundary again, she wass waiting under the drees—"
"How long since?"
"It is an hour, sir."
I fumbled in my belt and pulled out a gold piece.
"Thank you, Shemmy," I muttered, dropping it into his greasy cap; "tell Mount and Renard where I have gone."