“De Josephine,” muttered Sam. “Where am de Josephine?”
“As though you didn’t know,” said John scornfully. “You needn’t try to bluff us.”
“What dat?” said Sam in a puzzled way. “What dat you say?”
“I said you knew just as well as we do where the Josephine is,” said John, “and that you needn’t try to bluff us, either.”
The black man looked straight at John as though he did not understand a word that was said to him. His face was an absolute blank and if he was acting, he certainly did it well. He glanced down at his clothes.
“Ah’s all wet,” he murmured to himself.
“I suppose you don’t remember jumping into this boat and being out here all night,” exclaimed John skeptically, though he was nettled by Sam’s appearance of innocence.
Sam merely looked at him and shook his head.
“How about your fight with–”
“Keep quiet, John,” said Grant sharply. “Don’t mention that yet.”