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It blew away, and I thought it might have gone into the yard." "Yas, mees; an' da goat see it too luke!" extending the tattered fragments, anger and sorrow struggling for the mastery in his face. "Well, I never! Carl, it was a bran'-new one. Now just see, all the strings torn off and the top gone! I'm just going to give Stumpy a good beating."
"'Uh huh, sez Hannibal, 'den I reckon it mus' be some udder nigger w'at meets a 'oman down by de crick in de swamp eve'y Sunday ebenin', ter say nuffin 'bout two er th'ee times a week. "'Yas, hit is ernudder nigger, en you is a liah w'en you say it wuz Jeff. "'Mebbe I is a liah, en mebbe I ain' got good eyes.
"Yas, Mistuh Tom, you're in plenty er time. Dinner won't be ready till I git back, which won' be fer fifteen minutes er so yit." Throwing away the cigarette which he held between his fingers, the young man crossed the piazza with a light step, and after a preliminary knock, for an answer to which he did not wait, entered the house with the air of one thoroughly at home.
"Yas, sah, yas sah, I'se tellin' de truf, de whole truf, and everything but de truf," eagerly stuttered the negro. "Where did you first see the light?" demanded Captain Hazzard. "That's about where I saw it," burst out Frank. "Was it stationary?" asked Captain Hazzard. "Yas, sah; it's station was airy, dat's a fac'," grinned Rastus. "It was high up in de air."
"Is that you, Frank?" said a soft voice near at hand. He looked up with a joyful thrill. Rena was peering intently at him, as if trying to distinguish his features in the darkness. It was a bright moonlight night, but Frank stood in the shadow of the piazza. "Yas 'm, it's me, Miss Rena. Yo' mammy said I could come over an' see you-all dance. You ain' be'n out on de flo' at all, ter-night."
An' whut dem six ghostes do but stand round an' confabulate? Yas, sah, dass so. An' whin dey do so, one say: "'Pears like dis a mighty likely li'l black boy. Whut we gwine do fo' to reward him fo' politeness?" "Tell him whut de truth is 'bout ghosts." So de bigges' ghost he say: "Ah gwine tell yo' somethin' important whut yever'body don't know: Dey ain't no ghosts."
I think they came back about three o'clock. I'll find out for you." He rang the bell, to which a colored boy responded. "Front," said the clerk, "see if young Mr. Delamere's upstairs. Look in 255 or 256, and let me know at once." The bell-boy returned in a moment. "Yas, suh," he reported, with a suppressed grin, "he's in 256, suh. De do' was open, an' I seed 'im from de hall, suh."
Nowhere appeared the slightest evidence of life, either on water or land; all was forlorn and dead, a vista of utter desolation. Sam was standing up, his whole attention concentrated on the view up stream. "Do steamers ever go up this river?" I asked, surprised at the volume of water. He glanced around at me, as though startled at my voice. "Yas, sah; putty near eny sorter boat kin.
Do you chance to know where, for love, money, or any consideration, you could lay hands on olives in this town?" The fellow, scarcely awake, rolled up the whites of his eyes for a moment, and scratched his woolly pate, as if seeking vainly to conjure up some long-neglected memory. Then his naturally good-humored countenance relaxed into a broad grin. "Fo' de Lord, yas sah!
"Yas, ma'am, indeed, yo' highness," she agreed, suavely. The coach rolled along for half an hour, and then stopped with a sudden jolt. An instant later the tall driver appeared at the window, his head uncovered. A man hard by held a lantern. "Qua vandos ar deltanet, yos serent," said the leader, showing his white teeth in a triumphant smile.