It is impossible to express the look of astonishment and dismay which he turned up on her at these words.
“Sarah!” he said, sternly; but she interrupted him.
“It's thruth,” said she; “an I went with—”
“What are you spakin' about? Me go out, an' not know it! Nonsense!”
“You went in your sleep, she rejoined.
“Did I spake?” said he, with a black and; ghastly look. “What—what—tell me—eh? What did I say?”
“You talked a good deal, an' said that it was Condy Dalton that murdhered him, and that you had Red Rody to prove it.”
“That was what I said?—eh, Sarah?”
“That's what you said, an' I thought it was only right to tell you.”
“It was right, Sarah; but at the same time, at the peril of your life, never folly me there again. Of coorse, you know now that Sullivan is buried there.”