“Sing it!” she commanded.
As best he could, Johnny repeated:
“Whoo-hoo-hoo,
Whoo-hoo-hoo,
Whoo-hoo-hoo.”
Then they had a good laugh over the broken echoes that came back to them.
It all seemed very melodramatic and unreal to Johnny then, but the time was to come when he would cling to those notes as a drowning man to a spar.
By the light of the early morning sun they ate their breakfast; by that same light resumed the trail that led to the great unknown.
Roderick, who had lived his life on streets and in houses, suspected nothing. The black woman, like a slave, did not think. But the girl? She knew. Every glance she sent back to Johnny told him that she knew, and he gloried in her courage.