There's none of it been sold yet--and there never will be." Then we turned away and left him standing there in the road, still with his hat off and his face working.
Walking back toward the little tavern the doctor says: "Danny, this is the end of this game.

These people down here and that half-cracked, half-crooked old bishop have made me see a few things about the Afro-American brother.

It wasn't a good scheme in the first place.
And this wasn't the place to start it going, anyhow--I should have tried the niggers in the big towns.

But I'm out of it now, and I'm glad of it.

What we want to do is to get away from here to-morrow--go back to Atlanta and fix up a scheme to rob some widows and orphans, or something half-way respectable like that." Well, I drew a long breath.