Bertha, alarmed by Humiston's letter, refused to go down to the public dining-room. A fear that she might encounter the painter possessed her, and the thought of him was at once a shame and torment; therefore, she had her luncheon sent up, and Lucius himself found time to wait upon them. As they were in the midst of their meal, Haney remarked rather than asked: "Of course, you're going back with us, Lucius." "I have thought of it, sir, but it isn't in our contract." "We can put it in," said Bertha. "We can't do without you now," added Mart. Lucius seemed pleased. "Thank you for that, Captain. I don't particularly care for the West, but I find service with you agreeable." Haney chuckled. "Service, do ye call it? Sure, man, 'tis you are in command. I'm but a high private in the rear rank." Lucius's yellow face flushed and his eyes wavered. "I hope I haven't assumed--" "Assumed! No, 'tis we who are obligated. We need you as bad as a plainsman needs a guide in the green timber; and if you don't mind a steady job of looking after us social tenderfeet, I'm willing to make it right with you--and Mrs. Haney feels just the way I do." "Sure, Mart--only trouble with Lucius is, he leaves so little for me to do. He's _too_ handy--if anything." "That'll wear off," replied Haney. "Well, then, it's all settled but the price, and I reckon we can fix that. If I can't pay cash, I'll let you in on the mine." Lucius smiled. "Thank you, Captain; it's not entirely a question of pay with me; my wants are few." Bertha seized the moment to put a question she had been minded many times to ask. "Lucius, what's your plan? You can't intend to do this all your life? Tell us your ambition--maybe we can help you." He looked away, and a deeper shadow fell over his face. "I had ambitions once, Mrs. Haney, but my color was against me. Yes, I think I'll stay as I am. There is a certain security in being valet. You white people know exactly where to find me, and I know just how to meet you. In my profession it was different--I was always being cursed for presumption." "What was your profession?" asked Haney. "I studied law--and practised for a year or two in Washington; but I didn't like my position; I was neither white nor colored, so when I got a good chance I went out to service with a senator as body-servant." He stopped abruptly as though that were all of his tale. Haney said: "Well, if you can put up with an ignorant old hill-climber like meself, I'll be grateful, and I'll try not rub your fur the wrong way." Lucius became very earnest for the first time. "There, sir, is one point upon which I must insist. If I go with you, you are to treat me just as you have been doing--as a trusted servant. I'm sorry I told you anything about myself. My service thus far has been very pleasant, very satisfactory, and unless we can go on in the same way, I must leave." "Very well," replied Haney. "It's all settled--you're adjutant-general of the Haneys' forces."