"Why you look dat away at Miss Lou, Aun' Jinkey?" Zany asked
indignantly. "Time you knowed dat Miss Lou trus' me en I ain' doin'
not'n ter loss dat trus'. She know bettah'n you dat ef dars eny ting
ter be done I de one ter he'p."
"We can trust Zany," whispered Miss Lou, who had become very pale.
"You have some news about Lieutenant Scoville?"
"Well, on'y dis, honey, Chunk lookin' fer 'im. Marse Scoville didn't
come back fum dat las' fight, he say, en he say ter me dat ef he
toot twiced lak a squinch-owl dat mean I go ter you, fer he need yo'
he'p. He des done tooted," and Aun' Jinkey repeated all of her
grandson's words as far as she could remember them.
Miss Lou thought a few moments and her face grew very resolute.
"Aun' Jinkey," she said, "tell Chunk I will do as he wishes, but he
must act carefully and not too hastily. Cousin Mad is already
asleep. One after another will follow his example, and fewer will be
around by and by. We must take no risks that can be helped. The fact
that he wishes to see me in this secret way is pretty good proof
that the lieutenant is a prisoner.
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