"I tell you it's no joke to accuse a member of a family like the Wingfields of helping runaway slaves to escape." "I will bide my time," the planter said.

"You said that some day you would lay hands on Tony, dead or alive.

You see if some day I don't lay hands on young Wingfield." "Well, it seems, Mr.Jackson," the sheriff remarked with a sneer, for he was out of temper at the ill success of the day's work, "that he has already laid hands on your son.

It seems to me quite as likely that he will lay hands on you as you on him." Two days afterward, as Vincent was riding through the streets of Richmond he saw to his surprise Andrew Jackson in close conversation with Jonas Pearson.
"I wonder what those two fellows are talking about!" he said to himself.
"I expect Jackson is trying to pump Pearson as to the doings at the Orangery.

I don't like that fellow, and never shall, and he's just the sort of man to do one a bad turn if he had the chance.