Peter grinned and went home.

"The darn nigger horse-thief," murmured Grey.

"I'll write to Woodburn." Then he concluded that first it would be well without committing himself to know more surely how far this Democratic community would go in support of the fugitive-slave law.

He applauded his cautiousness.
A moment later Pole, well shaven, overtook him.

Grey stopped him, chatted as they went on, and at last asked if there was in Westways a good Democratic lawyer.