"Good day, sir," said I.
He answered me eagerly in native.
"Don't you speak any English?" said I.
"French," says he.
"Well," said I, "I'm sorry, but I can't do anything there."
He tried me awhile in the French, and then again in native, which he seemed to think was the best chance. I made out he was after more than passing the time of day with me, but had something to communicate, and I listened the harder. I heard the names of Adams and Case and of Randall - Randall the oftenest - and the word "poison," or something like it, and a native word that he said very often. I went home, repeating it to myself.
"What does fussy-ocky mean?" I asked of Uma, for that was as near as I could come to it.
"Make dead," said she.
"The devil it does!" says I. "Did ever you hear that Case had poison
