"I do not."
"Did you ever own one?"
"No!"
"And you never expect to own one?"
"Never."
"Why did you rush into this Territory among the first to cross the border?"
"I come West to get away from niggers, and bring my children up in a white man's country."
Quick as a flash came the crucial question from lips that had never smiled. It was the triumphant scream of an eagle poised to strike. He had him at last.
"Then you don't believe the negro to be your brother and your equal—do you?"
The poor white man's body suddenly stiffened and his chin rose: