He seized upon the topmost person of color and pitched him into the street.

Then he pitched another after him.

The third, getting some alarming notions of what was going on, arose and fled.

None of the three came back; for discretion is not absent from the African, and those whom Richard personally disposed of felt as might ones who had escaped from some malignant providence which they did not think it wise or fitting to further tempt.

As for number three, he was pleased to find himself a block away, and did all he might to add to it, like a miser to his hoard.
Negroes gone, Richard set the white man on his feet, and asked him how he fared.