"Couldn't do that--doctor wouldn't like it." "What, you won't do it ?" "No, I can't do it." "If you don't, I'll tell what I know about you." "What do you know ?" The long lost terror returned--but what could he know?
"Oh, you ran away--I know all about it.

You help me now and I'll keep quiet--you'd better." A fierce desire rose in the mind of Josiah to kill the rascal, and then, by long habit prudent, he said, "I'll have to think about it." But what could this man know?
"Best to think damn quick, or you'll have your old master down on you.

I give you till to-morrow morning early.

Do you hear?
It's just a nip of whisky I want." "Yes, I hear--got to think about it." He went out into the night, a soul in fear.

No one knew his former master's name.