"He did some work once for Colonel Rutter, and that's how Gorsuch got hold of him.

That's why I suspect the colonel.

This would make the interest sure, you see--rather a sly game, is it not, sir?
One I did not expect." St.George pondered for a moment, and his eye fell on his servant.
"And what will I do with Todd ?" The darky's eyes had been rolling round in his head as the talk continued, Pawson, knowing how leaky he was, having told him nothing of the impending calamity for fear he would break it to his master in the wrong way.
"I should say take him with you," came the positive answer.
"Take him with me! You didn't think I would be separated from him, did you ?" cried St.George, indignantly, the first note of positive anger he had yet shown.
"I didn't think anything about it, sir," and he looked at Todd apologetically.
"Well, after this please remember, Mr.Pawson, that where I go Todd goes." The darky leaned forward as if to seize St.George's hand; his eyes filled and his lips began to tremble.

He would rather have died than have left his master.
St.George walked to the door, threw it open, and stood for an instant, his eyes fixed on the bare trees in the park.

He turned and faced the two again: "Todd!" "Yes, Marse George--" Two hot ragged tears still lingered on the darky's eyelids.
"To-day is Monday, is it not ?--and to-morrow is boat day ?" "Yes, Marse George," came the trembling answer.
"All right, Pawson, I'll go.