Now ve
make you tell us eet all, de whole story. Miladi here, she tink eet
all ver' bad; she cry, de tear yet in her eye, an' I know not vat to
tell to make her feel bettah. She 'fraid for ever'ting, but most I
tink, she 'fraid for you, senor."
Miss Norvell hastily laid her hand upon the girl's sleeve in
remonstrance, her face showing grave in the dim light.
"No, no, Mercedes; you must not say too much, or Mr. Winston will think
us both very foolish."
"Eet vas not foolish for us to vant to know, vas eet, senor?"
"Assuredly not." He walked across the narrow room, glanced into the
face of the sleeping sheriff, came back beside them, and leaned against
the wall. The movement served to yield him confidence and
self-control, to decide him as to his future course. "What is it you
are so desirous of knowing?"
"Vy, de whole ting, senor, de whole ting."
He gazed directly into the partially upturned face of the other, as
though urging her also to speak.
"We do not in the least comprehend the situation here, Mr.
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