"Good for you," said George. "And now, Mr. Garwood?"
"Well," said the old man, "don't know as I got much to say. Major Turner, though, 'as 'round to my house this morning, an'—Well, he offered me fifty dollars if I felt the way I had been reported, and thought I could use it."
"Judge," said George, turning to Defrees, "it's up to you."
The old lawyer took his tobacco in his fist and chucked it away. "Joe Bogle," he said, "told me he knew where there's a hundred for me if I could do any good with it."
"And, doctor," said Halliday, facing around to the Reverend Mr. Murrell, who stood solemn in his black garments and white tie, "what happened to you?"
The old negro glanced all around him cautiously and even craned his neck to peer into the room beyond.
"Well, suh," he began, "Judge Ernest 'as out this mornin' to hyah me preach, an' aftah service was ovah, he drawed me to one side, and 'gin to talk politics. He ast me how I felt towa'ds you all, Mistuh
