? ? ? ? "Of what sort?"
? ? ? ? "I will tell him," answered Caesar shortly.
? ? ? ? "So its private, is it?"
? ? ? ? "Yes. If he wants to tell you he will."
? ? ? ? "That's fair. Well, come along! Am I walking too fast for you?"
? ? ? ? "Your legs are much longer than mine."
? ? ? ? "That's so. You are a little shrimp. I declare."
? ? ? ? A walk of twenty minutes brought them to the Griffin Mine. Jefferson Pettigrew was standing near, giving directions to a party of miners.
? ? ? ? "Jefferson," said the man with the pipe, "here's a chap that wants to see you on business of importance. That is, he says it is."
? ? ? ? Jefferson Pettigrew wheeled round and looked at Caesar.
? ? ? ? "Well," he said, "what is it?"
? ? ? ? "I have a letter for you, massa."
? ? ? ? "Give it to me."
? ? ? ? Jefferson took the letter and cast his eye over it. As he read it his countenance changed and became stern and severe.
? ? ? ? "Do you know what is in this letter?" he asked.
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