“I should say take him with you,” came the positive answer.
“Take him with me! You didn't think I would be separated from him, did you?” cried St. George, indignantly, the first note of positive anger he had yet shown.
“I didn't think anything about it, sir,” and he looked at Todd apologetically.
“Well, after this please remember, Mr. Pawson, that where I go Todd goes.”
The darky leaned forward as if to seize St. George's hand; his eyes filled and his lips began to tremble. He would rather have died than have left his master.
St. George walked to the door, threw it open, and stood for an instant, his eyes fixed on the bare trees in the park. He turned and faced the two again:
“Todd!”
“Yes, Marse George—” Two hot ragged tears still lingered on the darky's eyelids.
“To-day is Monday, is it not?—and to-morrow is boat day?”
“Yes, Marse George,” came the trembling answer.