“Good,” he said. “Now git—git quick!”
And the man who posed as Nevil Steyne passed out of the hut and out of the fort, urged almost to precipitancy by the suggestion of Seth’s final command.
After his going silence reigned in the little corn shed. Parker had a hundred questions to ask, but none of them came readily to his lips in face of his companion’s silence. In the end it was Seth who spoke first.
“Wal,” he said, with a sigh, “that’s settled.” His words were an expression of relief.
“I don’t understand. You’ve let him go. You’ve given him a chance to get away in safety after——”
“Yes,” responded the other grimly, “a dawg’s chance.”
The answer silenced all further protest.
“Yes,” Seth went on reflectively, “I’ve done with him, I guess; we all have. Say, he’s Rosebud’s uncle.” 345
“Ah!” Parker was beginning to understand. But he was not yet satisfied, and his ejaculation was an invitation to the other.
Seth went on as though in soliloquy.