Keeping her in sight, I followed along my side and crossed over when I came to a place where she couldn’t see me. I followed her because I knew she was the woman who had come to Black Jean when he first landed in the district. She walked up to the cabin, and I was wondering who she would find home, when out comes Black Jean.
“Sacre!” he exclaimed, putting one hand to his eye. “Spik queeck! Ees it Marie?”
“Yes,” the woman said. “I have come back.”
Black Jean looked around fearfully.
“Wat you want?” he demanded.
“I’d like to know who knocked your eye out,” she laughed.
Black Jean did not laugh.
“You steal hunder’ dollar from me an’ run ’way,” he snarled. “Bagosh! You give me dat monee.”
“You fool!” said the woman. “You think I don’t know where you got that money? You killed—”
A sound of rustling leaves in the wood nearby interrupted.