"
"Indeed! did you do me this essential service?" said Maxwell, forgetting
that he had denied his connection with De Guy.
"I did. If you had left the matter with me, I could have done it
better."
"Well, Vernon, I see you are all right yet; but the thing worked to a
charm. De Guy is the cleverest fellow out. The girl is safe."
"So I suppose," said Vernon, with an assumption of indifference.
"But all the sport is yet to come."
"Indeed," said Vernon, burning with anxiety, but striving to maintain
his accustomed easy and reckless air.
"Yes, Vernon, all the hard work we did up the river shall not be in
vain. I shall win the prize!" and Maxwell rubbed his hands at the
pleasant anticipation.
"Wish you joy, Max! But you don't mean to marry the girl?"
"Certainly."
"What! a quadroon?"
"Pshaw! that story is all blown through. Her old uncle, up the river,
got up that abstraction, so as to finger her property," said Maxwell,
forgetting, in his candor, the scruples which his companion had
expressed on a former occasion with relation to persecuting a white
woman,--scruples which Vernon did not seem disposed to press upon the
attorney's memory.
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