“What is it? Who was it?” he asked.
“Nothing. Oh! He frightened me so,” she panted.
“Who?” His voice was imperious.
“That negro.”
“What negro?”
“The one they call Moses—Doctor Moses.”
The look that came into Steve’s face was for a second almost terrifying. The next moment, with an effort, he controlled himself.
“Oh! it was nothing,” he said, lightly. “He is an impudent dog, and must be taught manners; but don’t be frightened. No one shall hurt you.” His voice had suddenly grown gentle and soothing, and he led Ruth from the subject, talking lightly, and calming her.
“I told you not to come here alone, you know?” he said, lightly.
His manner reassured Ruth, and she almost smiled as she said: