“You want to know why I am here. I came upon that which you would have sent me away on a while ago—business, and to see you.”
“Me! Far enough from Good Hope you would be, if only poor Katrine brought you here. Confess, now, you have other business?”
“Of course; I said so. Plenty of business, and you must help me, Katrine. But first, tell me what you meant by saying I should have something besides my head broken?”
“Just your neck, that’s all.”
“That ain’t much, Katrine.”
“No, dat ain’t much, or you wouldn’t risk it so many times every day. I tell you to go away.”
“You haven’t told me why.”
“I won’t tell, either.”
“Then I won’t go. I am not going to run away from a shadow.”
“Dis no shadow; you will be taken as a spy.”