"Dat alters de case," said the black lady, eying the money with much satisfaction. "Massa Maxwell's a sly dog. I take good care ob de lady—not de fus time, nuder."
"Don't let her get away; take good care of her, and you shall have half a dozen just such pieces."
"Never fear, Massa, I's use to de business."
De Guy left the building, satisfied, it would seem, of the negress' fidelity.
CHAPTER XXIV.
"Lieut. Forgive me, sir, what I'm compelled t' obey: An order for your close confinement.
"King H. Whence comes it, good lieutenant?
"Lieut. Sir, from the Duke of Gloster.
"King H. Good-night to all, then!" SHAKSPEARE.