“There’s bad step here—the lady might be hurt,” finished the driver.
“Oh! I’ll look after her, my man.”
He handed the jehu some bills. “There’s the amount agreed on and ten dollars more, because you’ve been faithful.”
“Thanks, your honor,” stammered the man.
He acted as though he was tempted to blurt out the truth and take the consequences, but Eric managed to whisper something to him that quieted this suicidal thought.
“You’ve got your money—keep quiet, and I’ll put you in the way of ten more.”
That was enough.
The man’s sordid nature was touched—he was mercenary to an unusual degree.
After that he was for earning the new fee, even at the expense of treachery to his former patron. Prescott assisted the lady companion of his flight out with much solicitude.
Still Eric did not interfere.