"Mr. Hollister," said Carter, "I hope I shall not offend you if I say that I know you have suffered heavily by the war."
"I shall certainly not be offended. I am obliged to you for showing the slightest interest in my affairs."
"You have taken the oath of allegiance—haven't you?"
Mr. Hollister said "Yes," and bowed respectfully, as if saluting the United States Government.
"It is only fair that you should obtain remuneration for your losses."
The black eyes flashed a little under the iron-gray, bushy eyebrows, but the sallow face showed no other sign of interest and none of impatience.
"I know of a transaction—an investment—" pursued Carter, "which will probably enable you to pocket—to realize—perhaps twenty thousand dollars."
"I should be indebted to you for life. Whatever service I can render in return will be given with all my heart."
"It requires secrecy. May I ask you to pledge your word?"
"I pledge it, Colonel—my word of honor—as a Louisiana gentleman."