Several dozen shoves he had administered before
he halted, let go of the magneto and raised himself to his full, majestic
height.
"Some black witch hab done gwine wish a big hoodoo on me!" grunted the
negro suspiciously. "Dis am do fust time dat de magernetto gwine back
on me like dis!"
In his bewilderment the one whom Tom had named Sambo glared around him.
His eyes gleamed with a phosphorescence like that which one sees on the
water on a lowering night. What Reade did not know was that this black
man possessed eyes that were a little keener in the dark than a bat's.
With a sudden "Woof!" Sambo went up in the air, moved sideways, and came
down on the startled Tom Reade with the force of a pile driver.
"Wha' yo' doing heah?" demanded the negro, gripping Reade by the coat
collar and dragging that hapless engineer to his feet.
Tom did not answer. To save his life he couldn't have answered just then,
his breath utterly gone.
"Wha' yo' want heah, anyway?" insisted Sambo, giving the youth a vicious
shake.
There was blood before the negro's eyes, or he would sooner have
recognized his victim. But at last he did see.
"So, I'se gwine cotch Mistah Reade himself!" snorted Sambo.
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