Peter Siner?"
"Yes."
"Ain't you de man whut's gwine to ma'y Miss Cissie Dildine?"
Peter looked down at his small companion with a certain concern that his
marriage was already gossip known to babes.
"I'm Peter Siner," he repeated.
"Den I knows which way you wants to go," piped the youngster in sudden
helpfulness. "You wants to go over to Cap'n Renfrew's place acrost de
Big Hill. He done sont fuh you. Mr. Wince Washington tol' me, ef I seed
you, to tell you dat Cap'n Renfrew wants to see you. I dunno whut hit's
about. I ast Wince, an' he didn' know."
Peter recalled the message Nan Berry had given him some hours before.
Now the same summons had seeped around to him from another direction.
"I--I'll show you de way to Cap'n Renfrew's ef--ef you'll come back wid
me th'ugh de cedar glade," proposed the child. "I--I ain't skeered in de
cedar glade, b-b-but hit's so dark I kain't see my way back home.
I--I--"
Peter thanked him and declined his services. After all, he might as well
go to see Captain Renfrew. He owed the old gentleman some thanks--and
ten dollars.
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