“How much gasoline have we?” he asked Herz.
“The tank is full.”
“Good! I take it you grasp my intentions.”
“Of course! I’m no fool. It would never do to have these idiots testify in court. Where to?”
“Richmond! There we can turn them loose with money enough to get north.”
“Boss, ain’t yer gonter han’ us over?” asked James Hanks, who was rapidly recovering.
“Naturally not! You can thank your stars that you are too big a fool to be trusted to face a judge,” snarled Herz.
The three negroes who were hanging to the car were jubilant at the news.
“I sho’ is lucky,” said one. “I ain’t nebber had no sinse an’ it looks lak it done he’p me out a heap ter be so foolish lak.”