Look at Hayti and some of the performances in the Southern States.' Then he shook the ashes out of his pipe and leaned forward with a solemn face.

'I'll admit the truth to you, Davie.

I'm black afraid.' He looked so earnest and serious sitting there with his short-sighted eyes peering at me that I could not help being impressed.
'Whatever is the matter ?' I asked.

'Has anything happened ?' He shook his head.

'Nothing I can put a name to.