"That her name? Desbrow? Sho! I bet I'd get to find out. Where's she from, mister?"
"Up the Ohio."
"I know that—which place?"
"Oh, it isn't my secret to tell you. Didn't she say?"
"Well, I done the best I knowed how for her. I expect she can take cyar of herse'f all right. She seemed right innocent an' quiet, but, gee whiz! that gal's got spirit."
Urleigh knew that Delia had pulled out about 2:30 a. m., and he knew that she had headed down stream. He was nonplussed by the turn of events. When he returned to the cabin-boat he told Gost that DeHa had slipped away in the night.
"Course she did!" Gost exclaimed. "Didn't I know she'd make her getaway? That fool Macrado talking thataway—I'd ought to kill him, the fool! Now there'll be a chase after her down Old Mississip', pirates and beaus and sports and crooks and all kinds of danged fools. Lawse! Wa'n't that Macrado a fool? Well, we got to cut out, too. We got to get down the riveh. I want a motorboat. This slow poking down in the current ain't no way. Shucks! I mout of knowed. Help me up. Lawse! We got to get a motorboat so's we can hurry. We got to hurry, I tell you."
