Radnor seemed to be on the inside track of whatever was going on, and he was old enough to take care of his own affairs.

I knew that he had more than once visited the laurel walk after the house was supposed to be asleep; but I kept this knowledge to myself, and allowed no hint to reach the Colonel.
I had, during these first few weeks, all the opportunity I wished of studying Mose's character.

Radnor was occupied a good deal of the time--spring on a big river plantation is a busy season--and as I had professed myself fond of shooting, the Colonel turned me over to the care of Cat-Eye Mose.

Had I myself been choosing, I should have selected another guide.

But Mose was the best hunter on the place, and as the Colonel was quite untroubled by his vagaries, it never occurred to him that I might not be equally confident.