'I think so, your honor.'
The two worthies accordingly walked slowly along, and before a great while found themselves in the broad avenue leading to Mr. Rutherford's mansion.
'You are well acquainted here, I suppose, Malony? The dog you speak of—is he—is he—loose?'
'No, your honor, not just loose; he keeps tight to the nigger.'
'And he, you say, sleeps in the stable?'
'Pretty near it, your honor—close by.'
'I think, my good fellow, that we may as well go at once, then, to the stable; the nigger being there, it will be sufficient to demand them of him, or to leave the attachment with him.'
Mr. Richard, it must be premised, was not over-burdened with law knowledge. The people among whom he labored had taken his word as law enough for them. They found it hard law, to be sure; but, poor souls, they knew no better, and thought all was right.
Jerry had implicit confidence in his adviser, and so walked bravely along. The dog being just then uppermost in his mind, knowing, as he well did, his ferocious character, he cared much more about a proper introduction to him, than any nice point in law.
'Hadn't I better be after strikin' a light, your honor? it's amazin' dark.'