Edward breathless, took up the torch and looked into Dick's countenance. "I am not mistaken, general, this is the man."
CHAPTER XLVI.
WHAT THE SHEET HID.
Slippery Dick was puzzled as well as frightened. He knew Gen. Evan by sight, and his terror lost some of its wildness; the general was not likely to be out upon a lynching expedition. But for what was he wanted? He could not protest until he knew that, and in his past were many dark deeds, for which somebody was wanted. So he was silent.
His attention was chiefly directed to Edward; he could not account for him, nor could he remember to have seen him. Royson had long since trained him to silence; most men convict themselves while under arrest.
Evan stood in deep thought, but presently he prepared for action.
"What is your name, boy?" The negro answered promptly:
"Dick, sah."
"Dick who?"