“Hey?” ejaculated the farmer. “Come ter see Brandon?”
“That’s it,” said the sailor, nodding.
“But ye didn’t see him?”
“Yes, I did; over yonder in the woods.”
“Why, he didn’t say nothin’ erbout it ter me,” gasped the old man.
“Mebbe ye ain’t seen him since,” suggested the sailor.
“When was yer er-talkin’ with him?”
“Long erbout two hours back, ’r so.”
“’Fore dinner?”
“I reckon so. I seen him over in the woods yonder, an’ talked with him quite a spell. I started ’long back towards the city a’gin, but I found out I’d lost—er—somethin’, an’ went back ter hev er look fur it.”