“I will give you a dollar—five dollars—if you will only let me out. The man who brought me here is a bad man, who is trying to cheat his cousin—a young lady—out of a fortune.”
“Don’t know nothin’ ’bout that,” said Julius.
“He has no right to keep me here.”
“Don’t know nothin’ ’bout that, either. I’m actin’ accordin’ to orders.”
“Look here,” said Dodger, bethinking himself of what had just happened. “Did you tell that young man who called here just now that I was crazy?”
Julius burst into a loud guffaw.
“I expect I did,” he laughed. “Said you’d got a long carvin’-knife hid in de room.”
“What made you lie so?” demanded Dodger, sternly.
“Couldn’t get rid of him no other way. Oh, how scared he looked when I told him you tried to kill your mother.”
And the negro burst into another hearty laugh which exasperated Dodger exceedingly.