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A few seconds later there came from the midst of the obscuring cloud a voice, exclaiming: "G'lang there now, Boomerang! Keep to' feet a-movin' an' we sho' will make a record. 'Tain't laik we was a autermobiler, er a electricity car, but we sho' hab been goin' sence we started. Yo' sho' done yo'se'f proud t'day, Boomerang, an' I'se gwine t' keep mah promise an' gib yo' de bestest oats I kin find.
You listen to what dat Depeau he say, dat is not truth. My family knows you, I laik to have you hear de truth." He paused, and while I wondered what revelations he was about to make, I could not repress my impatience at the preamble. "You are my frien', you have prove it," he continued. "You remember las' time we meet?" Two days after I went to France, and I not in New Orleans since."
Young Massa won't have no lawns, no greenhouses, no nothin'. He say he laik it wil' and simple. He on'y come out fo' two months, mebbe. But Miss Jinny, she make it lively. Las' week, until the Jedge come we hab dis house chuck full, two-three young ladies in a room, an' five young gemmen on trunnle beds." "Until the Judge came?" echoed Stephen. "Yassuh. Den Miss Jinny low dey all hatter go.
Not him, anyhow!" declared the colored man in great disgust. "When I git so old dat I cain't spade a garden, den me an' Boomerang, we-all gwine to die, dat's all I got to say. I was a-spadin' my part ob de garden, Massa Tom, same laik Mr. Damon done tole me to, an' dish yeah big mess ob bones steps on my side ob de middle an " "Him too slow.
"Sposin' I was to go to N' Orleans an' take sick and die, Laik a bird into de country ma spirit would fly." And after a while down the path the red and yellow of Mammy Easter's bandanna was seen. "Supper, Miss Jinny. Laws, if I ain't ramshacked de premises fo' you bof. De co'n bread's gittin' cold."
"Yes, as it is your birthday, I suppose you can give him some of your good things," said Mamma Bobbsey. "Here, Dinah!" called Freddie to the cook, as he piled a plate full of cakes. "Please give these to Snap." "Land sakes goodness me alive!" cried Dinah. "Dat suah am queer. Feedin' a dog jest laik a human at a party. I can't bring mahself to it, nohow."
"I doan't know how he know, Mistah Damon," replied Eradicate, "but he do know, jest de same. I know hit would be laik pullin' teeth an' wuss too, t' git Boomerang t' start back wid dem foosd t'ings until after he's had his dinner. Wouldn't it, Boomerang?" The mule waved his long ears as if in answer. "Bless my soul, I believe he does understand!" cried Mr. Damon.
Stephen replied that he had. But Mammy showed no inclination to go, and he was too polite to shut the door: "How you like Glencoe, Mistah Bride?" He was charmed with it. "We has some of de fust fam'lies out heah in de summer," said she. "But de Colonel, he a'n't much on a gran' place laik in Kaintuck. Shucks, no, suh, dis ain't much of a 'stablishment!
You listen to what dat Depeau he say, dat is not truth. My family knows you, I laik to have you hear de truth." He paused, and while I wondered what revelations he was about to make, I could not repress my impatience at the preamble. "You are my frien', you have prove it," he continued. "You remember las' time we meet?" Two days after I went to France, and I not in New Orleans since."
De colonel was one of de biggest private detectives in de United States, boy! He's sorter retired now, but still he's chock full of crimes, murder an' stuff laik dat, an' dat's why he done sent yo' away sorter rough-laik." "You say he's a private detective?" asked the boy, his eyes opening wide. "Dat's whut he is." "And his name is Colonel Brentnall?" "Well, honey, dat ain't his real name.
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