“You're hanging yourself, boy,” the sheriff said; “but since you know, where is Mrs. Morris?”
“I dun'no', suh.”
“Why did you run away?”
“'Kase I 'fraid Mr. Morris.”
“What were you 'fraid of?”
“'Kase Mis' Morris gone.”
They were riding rapidly now, and the talk was jolted out.
“Where'?”
“I dun'no', suh, but I ent tech um.”
“You're a damned liar.”