“Huh! You’re the man I’m looking for,� he said to Black Mayo, without any courtesies of greeting. “I was on my way to your house.�
Black Mayo looked him up and down, without speaking.
“I’ve got a warrant for your arrest,� Andrews said, producing a paper.
“My arrest! On what charge, pray?�
“Oh, there are charges enough; having traitors in your house, and being one yourself likely, and——�
“Who preferred these charges against me?� inquired Mr. Osborne.
“A good citizen, if he ain’t none of you-all’s aristocrats. You’ll find out who and what when your trial comes.�
A dozen voices rose in protest.
“That’s high-handed!�
“Come, come, Jake! There’s a mistake somewhere. Why, we all know Mayo Osborne. He’s all right.�