"Good guess; and you are trying to help me along."
"But I want to tell you that if you were to kill me you wouldn't live to tell the tale. I don't want any trouble with you. I'm not here to have trouble unless it's shoved on me. I am going to do one thing, however, trouble or no trouble; I am going to demand that the colored people shall have their rights."
"And at the same time I suppose you are going to demand that the white man shall not have his."
"No, won't demand that he shan't have his rights, but that he shan't have his way."
"Not have his way with his own affairs? Good. And now let me tell you something. Want to hear it?"
"I'm not aching to hear it."
"Well, I'll give it to you anyway. It's this: The first thing you know a committee of gentlemen will call on you and offer you the opportunity to make a few remarks, and after you have made them you will thereafter decline all invitations to speak. At the end of a rope the most talkative man finds a thousand years of silence. Long time for a man to hush, eh? Well, our roads split here."
"How do you know?"
"Because I turn to the right."
"But may be my business calls me over that way."