An' whar's he gone to? You listen to yo' ol' Uncle Abe a-tellin' you. He ain' gone no-whars! He's jes' meechin' roun' in de fawg, a-waitin' fer de Lawd to call folks. En He's a-callin' 'em! He's a-callin' 'em by tens an' by hundreds. Town's full a'ready, honey. Main Street look jes' lak a fiel' hospital, down Souf durin' de wah!
Martha.
Meeting Beeler's astonished look.
What did I tell you? Maybe you'll listen to me next time.
Rhoda.
To Uncle Abe, in a low, agitated voice.
This man you call the Healer—is he alone?
Uncle Abe.
No, honey; folks says he don' nevah go no-wheres by hisse'f. Always got that thah young man wif 'im what he raise from de daid.
Beeler.