“No cruelty! So help me God! if there’s cruelty I drop my command! Mark me, and report what I tell you.”
“There’ll be no cruelty,” said the man sullenly; “but them Johnnies’ll have to walk.”
“And the lady?”
“Aint she in your share?” said he, and his face relaxed. He drove his quid out of one cheek into the other, and when he had chawed a little while, he said, “But what’s to be your share?”
I crooked my eyebrows and surveyed him steadily.
“Won’t you give it a name, sir?”
“Shall I get it by naming it?”
“Mr. Fielding, we can’t trust you if you can’t trust us.”
“What share will you give?”
“A big share.”