The fellow's limbs twitched as if in a dream, otherwise he might have deemed him dead, as his face was buried in his arms.

A moment Keith hesitated; then he reached down and shook the sleeper, until he aroused sufficiently to look up.

It was the face of a coal-black negro.

An instant the fellow stared at the man towering over him, his thick lips parted, his eyes full of sudden terror.

Then he sat up, with hands held before him as though warding off a blow.
"Fo' de Lawd's sake," he managed to articulate finally, "am dis sho' yo', Massa Jack ?" Keith, to whom all colored people were much alike, laughed at the expression on the negro's face.
"I reckon yer guessed the name, all right, boy.