CHAPTER XIV.
EXPOSING THE SWAMP MYSTERY.
The Bradys were surprised at the prompt manner in which the negro answered the questions put to him. But they presently observed that he was keeping a wary eye upon their revolvers, and evidently feared to get shot if they caught him lying to them.
Moreover, Old King Brady showed plainly by the questions he asked that he was familiar with the true inwardness of the things he accused Nick of. It made the darky think the old detective knew more about the case than he actually did know.
Seeing his advantage, Old King Brady said:
"Now, see here, Mr. Wiffles, you know we are detectives, don't you?"
"Ob c'ose," admitted the coon, in gloomy tones.
"You tried to shoot us, and you tried to kill us in the quick-sand. That gives us the right to put you on trial for your life, charged with attempted murder. You are in a pretty bad fix, old man. I wouldn't give two cents for your life. You know what little evidence is required here to hang a Georgia nigger. Therefore you can realize what your fate will be."
Nick began to cry.
Big tears rolled down his cheeks.