“Yes, sah.”
There was a moment of silence. Then it was broken by a sudden gust that swept through the columns of the portico, stirring the vines. The broad leaves of the ailantus began to rustle; an ominous pattering followed; the rain had recommenced. And as Courtland rose and walked towards the open window its blank panes and the interior of the office were suddenly illuminated by a gleam of returning lightning.
He entered the office, bidding Cato follow, and lit the lamp above his desk. The negro remained standing gloomily but respectfully by the window.
“Cato, do you know anything of Mr. Dumont—Miss Dows' cousin?”
The negro's white teeth suddenly flashed in the lamplight. “Ya! ha! I reckon, sah.”
“Then he's a great friend of your people?”
“I don't know about dat, sah. But he's a pow'ful enemy of de Reeds and de Higbees!”
“On account of his views, of course?”
“'Deed no!” said Cato with an astounded air. “Jess on account of de vendetta!”
“The vendetta?”