"And was disappointed," said the mulatto, with a smile.
"Who are you?" demanded Abner.
"I don't mind letting you know my name. I am called Yellow Steve—got no other name. I just come to say I shall be around, and if you should ever need me it is most likely you will find me right at hand. I am everywhere. Can come as near as possible being in three places at once."
"You must be a remarkable person," said Abner.
"I have a remarkable story to tell you at some time."
"Why not tell me now? I may fall in to-morrow's fight."
"Then I will tell your brother."
"But he may fall. Does it concern me?"
"It is the waif, the foundling, you call sister, my story concerns. Some time you shall have it—not now."
The man disappeared through the door as he spoke, and, though Abner rushed out after him, he was gone.