It's fellows like this precious Tobias, real white trash--the negroes' name for them is apt enough--that are the danger for the friendship of both races.

And it's the vein of a sort of a literary idealism in a fellow like Tobias that makes him the more dangerous.

He's not all to the bad--" "I couldn't help thinking that too," I interrupted.
"O! no," they said, "but he's a bit mad, too.

That's his trouble.

He's got a personal, as well as an abstract, grudge against the British Government." "Treasure ?" I laughed.
"How did you know ?" they asked.
"Never mind; I somehow got the idea." "And he thinks that by championing the nigger he can kill two birds, see ?" "I see," I said.