He is getting an old man!" "I shall send for him," Trent said slowly.

"He shall have his share!" It was the one fear which had kept Da Souza silent.

The muscles of his face twitched, and his finger-nails were buried in the flesh of his fat, white hands.

Side by side he had worked with Trent for years without being able to form any certain estimate of the man or his character.
Many a time he had asked himself what Trent would do if he knew--only the fear of his complete ignorance of the man had kept him silent all these years.

Now the crisis had come! He had spoken! It might mean ruin.
"Send for him ?" Da Souza said.