"  Yes ;  it's  right  round  the  corner.  I  know  whar
all  the  white  men  in  this  town  do  business,  an'  he's  as
white  as  they  make  'em,  an'  as  straight  as  a  shingle."

"He's  an  acquaintance  of  mine,"  said  Wilson.  "I
thought  I'd  run  in  and  see  him  before  I  leave."

"It's  right  round  the  corner,  an'  down  the  fust  side
street,  towards  the  court-house.  I  'ain't  got  nothin'
to  do;  I'll  p'int  it  out."

"Thank  you,"  said  Wilson,  and  they  went  out  of
the  house  and  down  the  street  together,  Pole  puffing
vigorously  at  his  cigar  in  the  brisk  breeze.
"Thar  you  are,"  said  Pole,  pointing  to  Miller's  sign.
"Good-day,  sir;  much  obleeged  fer  this  smoke,"  and
with  his  head  in  the  air  Pole  walked  past  the  office
without  looking  in.
"Good- morning,"  exclaimed  Miller,  as  Wilson  en
tered.  "  You  are  not  an  early  riser  like  we  are  here
in  the  country."  He  introduced  Wilson  all  round,
and  then  gave  him  a  chair  near  his  desk  and  facing
him  rather  than  the  others.
"This  is  the  gentleman  who  owns  the  property,  I
believe,"  said  Wilson,  suavely,  as  he  indicated  Bishop.
Miller  nodded,  and  a  look  of  cunning  dawned  in
his  clear  eye.
"  Yes.  I  have  just  been  explaining  to  Mr.  and  Mrs.
