I--I don't want to be taken back
there. Some day, I expect to go back, but not right now. I'm not
afraid. But I can't go back until I've found the man that
_knows_."
"There _is_ a man who--knows?" murmured Mrs. Braddock.
"Yes. I must find him. He--he doesn't want to be found. That's why it
is going to be so hard. But I will find him!" His eyes were flashing,
his teeth were set.
"So much the better," said Braddock. "You can throw 'em off the track
for awhile, then take your money and go to New York. You'll find him
there, all right. They all go there."
"He is a nigger," said David.
"Umph!" grunted Braddock. "That's bad. You mustn't expect any jury in
Virginia to believe a nigger in these days."
"Oh, yes, they will. They'll have to," declared David firmly.
"Say," said the proprietor, his voice sinking to tones of caution. He
addressed the three of them. "Better keep this quiet about the five
hundred. It won't help any of us if it gets out that you've been
bribing me, boy. I'll just say that I refused to take the wad. That
will go, too. Don't let _anybody_ know. Understand, Mary?" He looked
at her with lowering eyes.
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