"Then it wouldn't be quite safe for me to go away to-night--safe for you, I mean."
"You can stop here to-night."
"Thank you, master. Have I done well?"
"It doesn't matter whether I say you have done well or ill; so, to save argument, suppose I say you have done well. Now, attend. If what you have done to-night should turn out to be"--
"Say murder, master," said the Lascar, seeing that Mr. Fewster hesitated to speak plainly. "I don't mind."
"If it should turn out to be that, have you considered that you are in danger?"
"I haven't thought of it, master, and that's a fact. But if I am in danger, so are you."
"That may or may not be. The only danger I am in is from what you might say; and, supposing I had spoken to you only once in my life, you would be free to say any thing of me, or of any one else, for that matter. What you might say wouldn't be evidence, you know."
"True, master: but, at all events, I could ruin your chances with pretty Ellen Taylor."
"What satisfaction would that be to you?"