"I am myself going away," the man said.
"How soon?"
"To-night maybe; to-morrow night at farthest."
"'Tis a great danger," said Tom, "and I thought you so safe." Again he spoke to me.
"Is there danger from you?" the man asked.
"Do you take me for a scoundrel?" was the wrathful reply.
"A man will do much to keep his skin whole."
"There are some things no man will do that is a man and no worse."
"Truly you might have easily been in my place; and you would not inform against a comrade?"
"I should be a black traitor to do it."