“I shall not fail, Darby,” replied the attorney; “but who comes here, riding at a rapid pace, like a messenger who bringeth good tidings?”
Darby looked out, and at once recognized one of Deaker's grooms, riding at a smart gallop towards Solomon's house.
The latter raised the window as the man approached—
“Well, my friend, what is the matter?”
“Sir, Mr. Deaker wishes to see you above all things; he is just dying, and swears he cannot depart till you come.”
“I shall order the car immediately,” replied Solomon. “Say I shall not lose a moment.”
The man wheeled round his horse, and galloped off at even a greater speed than before.
“Darby, my friend,” said he, “I shall attend at M'Loughlin's without fail. Justice must be rendered, Darby; justice must be rendered to that wretched man and his family.”
Darby looked him in the face with a peculiar expression—
“Yes, sir,” said he; “plaise God, justice shall be rendhered as you say—no doubt of that.”