I can never be---no; I am of black skin, with negro blood in my veins, and white men would never have it so.

But I can hate, Senor.

That is why I am with you now, if the devil so will.

Your plan might work--tell me more of it." "It is simple enough, LeVere, and came to me but now as I looked upon Estada lying there dead.

Treachery killed him, and that treachery must have purpose behind it.