"The reward?" timidly suggested the Negro.
"Of course you get that. Go on!" said Volrees, with increasing impatience.
"The affair was so sad-like that I always remembered the looks of the two women," resumed the Negro. "One night not long ago I saw the Negro girl buy a ticket to Goldsboro, Mississippi. It came to me like a flash that she was going to see your wife. She had the same sad look on her face that she had the night I saw them together. I followed this girl to Mississippi and sure enough I came upon your wife."
Volrees had now arisen and was restlessly moving about the room, his brain in a whirl.
"Was she living with some family, or how was she situated?" he asked.
"She and her husband live——"
"Her husband!" thundered Volrees, grabbing the Negro in the collar, fancying that he was grabbing the other husband.
"The people there say that she is married," said the Negro timidly.
"I will choke the liver out of the miscreant," said Volrees, tightening his hold in the Negro's collar as if in practice.
"I am not the man," said the Negro, with growing determination in his voice. Volrees was thus recalled to himself and resumed his restless tramping.