"
"Well."
"Perhaps you need an overseer?"
Jaspar acknowledged that he did need an overseer.
"I should be happy to make an engagement with you," said the other, in
complaisant tones.
"I don't think you would suit me. You are too genteel, by half,"
returned Jaspar, bluntly.
"I have been in a better position, it is true. I was born in France, but
I understand the business."
"Did you ever manage a gang of niggers?"
After a little hesitation, Dalhousie replied that he had.
"We will talk of it some other time," said Jaspar, satisfied, from the
air and manner of the other, that his statement was false.
Dalhousie put on his hat, and, taking the mourning ring from the table,
was about to enfold it in a bit of paper.
"What are you about, sir?" exclaimed Jaspar, as he witnessed the act.
"The ring is my property, is it not?" said Dalhousie.
"Put it down, or, by heavens, I will expose your rascality in taking
it!"
"Do not be hasty, sir. I have not studied your looks, the last hour,
without profiting by them."
"What do you mean by that?" said Jaspar, a little startled.
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