"A nigger? Where is he? Let's lynch the damned"
"Shut up—he's all right—he saved her."
"Saved hell! He had no business"
"Here he comes."
Into the glare of the electric lights the colored man moved slowly, with the eyes of those that walk and sleep.
"Well, what do you think of that?" cried a bystander; "of all New York, just a white girl and a nigger!"
The colored man heard nothing. He stood silently beneath the glare of the light, gazing at the money in his hand and shrinking as he gazed; slowly he put his other hand into his pocket and brought out a baby's filmy cap, and gazed again. A woman mounted to the platform and looked about, shading her eyes. She was brown, small, and toil-worn, and in one arm lay the corpse of a dark baby. The crowd parted and her eyes fell on the colored man; with a cry she tottered toward him.
"Jim!"
He whirled and, with a sob of joy, caught her in his arms.
