“You ain’t angry, are you, master?” she asked.

“I angry?—what for?”

“‘Cause I said that just now.”

“Dear me, no; whatever you might say, Matt, wouldn’t offend me.”

If he expected to please her by this he was mistaken.

“That’s ’cause you don’t care. Well, I don’t care neither, if you don’t.”

She ran a little ahead of him, and continued to precede him until she gained the last sand-hill, and caught a glimpse of the caravan. Then she paused.

“You don’t want me to go no further, do you?”

“No.”

“All right—good-bye.”