He rode to the back of the house and hallooed to the slaves in the home quarter, where were lights and noisy laughter, and one deep voice singing in an unknown tongue.
It was but a stone's throw to the nearest cabin, and Haward's call made itself heard above the babel.

The noise suddenly lessened, and two or three negroes, starting up from the doorstep, hurried across the grass to horse and rider.

Quickly as they came, some one within the house was beforehand with them.

The door swung open; there was the flare of a lighted candle, and a voice cried out to know what was wanted.
"Wanted!" exclaimed Haward.

"Ingress into my own house is wanted! Where is Juba ?" One of the negroes pressed forward.