The backwoodsman, however, did not avail himself of it.
“So you see, Carrol,” continued Elias, “I thought that you might act the part of that friend in the negotiation I allude to.”
“No, I don’t quite see that,” said Cris, looking up with an odd smile upon his face, and a twinkle in his eye. “But come, governor, tell me what you want done, and I’ll tell you whether I kin do it.”
“Well, then, Carrol, I will.”
The governor drew his stool nearer to Cris, as if about to impart some confidential secret.
Chapter Five.
Plain Speech.
The backwoodsman preserved a wary look, as if suspicious of an attempt to corrupt him.