FOLKS FROM DIXIE
"Nuffin', Mas' Ha'ison, nuffin' 't all. I do' known nuffin'."
"I don't believe you." The young master's eyes were shining through the dusk. "You're always slipping around spying on me."
"Now dah you goes, Mas' Randloph. I ain't done a t'ing, and you got to 'mence pickin' on me —"
"I just want you to remember that my business is mine."
"Well, I knows dat."
"And if you do know anything, it will be well for you to begin forgetting it right now." They were at the door now and in the act of dismounting. "Take Bess around and see her attended to. Leave Dale's horse here, and—I won't want you anymore to-night."
"Now how does you an' Mas' Dale 'spect dat you gwine to wai on yo'se'ves to-night?"
"I shall not want you again to-night, I tell you."
Pete turned away with an injured expression on his dark face. "Bess," he said to the spirited black mare as he led her toward the stables, "you jes' bettah t'ank yo' Makah dat you ain't no human-bein', 'ca'se human-bein's
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