"The colored officers probably know whatever there is to know about this matter," he said, "but I have no way of getting it out of them."
"Well then, I have," declared Captain Bill.
"Very well," assented Penrose, "I wish you would do it."
The Ranger Captain became suddenly a fox—his ears alert, his nose sharp, his eyes needle-pointed.
"What niggers were out that night?" he asked.
"Only two were out that night, and all answered to roll-call, at eight and eleven o'clock."
"You are sure only two were out that night?"
"Perfectly sure."
"How about Corporal Miller and Sergeant Jackson?"