Even I couldn't save you if you were known.

There's a desperate and a dreadful game goin' to be played soon, and as you stand in the way of a man that possesses great power, and has a perticular end in view--the consequence is that you are doomed.

Even if you do come with me, I must blacken your face, in ordher to prevint you from being known." "Will you answer me one question candidly," said M'Carthy--"if it's a fair one?
Did I see you to-night before ?" "Ask me no question," replied the man; "for I won't answer any I don't like, and that happens to be one o' them.

Whether you saw me this night before, or whether you didn't, there is no occasion for me to say so, and I won't say it." "I think I know him now," said M'Carthy; "and if I judge correctly, he is anything but a safe guide." "Come," said the huge Whiteboy, "make up your mind; I won't weet another minute." M'Carthy paused and deliberately reconsidered as coolly as possible all the circumstances of the night.

It was obvious that this man must have had his information with respect to the recent events from his friendly preserver--a man who would not be likely to betray him into danger after having actually saved his life, by running the risk of committing two murders.