“I’m afraid, sir,” rejoined Miller, who kept his voice up so that the old gentleman could understand without having it suggested that Miller knew he was hard of hearing, “that you don’t quite appreciate the situation. I believe Sandy innocent; you believe him innocent; but there are suspicious circumstances which do not explain themselves, and the white people of the city believe him guilty, and are going to lynch him before he has a chance to clear himself.”

“Why doesn’t he explain the suspicious circumstances?” asked Mr. Delamere.  “Sandy is truthful and can be believed.  I would take Sandy’s word as quickly as another man’s oath.”

“He has no chance to explain,” said Miller.  “The case is prejudged.  A crime has been committed.  Sandy is charged with it.  He is black, and therefore he is guilty.  No colored lawyer would be allowed in the jail, if one should dare to go there.  No white lawyer will intervene.  He’ll be lynched to-night, without judge, jury, or preacher, unless we can stave the thing off for a day or two.”

“Have you seen my grandson?” asked the old gentleman.  “Is he not looking after Sandy?”

“No, sir.  It seems he went down the river this morning to fish, before the murder was discovered; no one knows just where he has gone, or at what hour he will return.”

“Well, then,” said Mr. Delamere, rising from his chair with surprising vigor, “I shall have to go myself.  No faithful servant of mine shall be hanged for a crime he didn’t commit, so long as I have a voice to speak or a dollar to spend.  There’ll be no trouble after I get there, William.  The people are naturally wrought up at such a crime.  A fine old woman,—­she had some detestable traits, and I was always afraid she wanted to marry me, but she was of an excellent family and had many good points,—­an old woman of one of the best families, struck down by the hand of a murderer!  You must remember, William, that blood is thicker than water, and that the provocation is extreme, and that a few hotheads might easily lose sight of the great principles involved and seek immediate vengeance, without too much discrimination.  But they are good people, William, and when I have spoken, and they have an opportunity for the sober second thought, they will do nothing rashly, but will wait for the operation of the law, which will, of course, clear Sandy.”

“I’m sure I hope so,” returned Miller.  “Shall I try to drive you back, sir, or will you order your own carriage?”

“My horses are fresher, William, and I’ll have them brought around.  You can take the reins, if you will,—­I’m rather old to drive,—­and my man will come behind with your buggy.”

In a few minutes they set out along the sandy road.  Having two fresh horses, they made better headway than Miller had made coming out, and reached Wellington easily by three o’clock.

“I think, William,” said Mr. Delamere, as they drove into the town, “that I had first better talk with Sandy.  He may be able to explain away the things that seem to connect him with this atrocious affair; and that will put me in a better position to talk to other people about it.”