The Mystery of Chance
He paused and looked up at the big man above him.
"What do you think, Abner? Was the fire set?"
"One cannot tell from the burning rubbish," replied my uncle.
"But your opinion, Abner?" said the man. "What is your opinion?"
"The fire was set," replied my uncle.
Byrd got up at that, and his clenched hand crashed on the table.
"Then, by the kingdom of Satan, I will overturn every settler's cabin when the boat goes out to-morrow."
My uncle gave no attention to the man's violence.
"You would do wanton injury to innocent men," he said. "The settlers did not fire your boat."
"How can you know that, Abner?"
My uncle changed. Vigor and energy and an iron will got into his body and his face.
"Byrd," he said, "we had an argument just now; let me recall it to your attention. You said 'chance' happened equally to all, and I that the Providence of God directs it. If I had failed to come on to-night, the boat would have burned. The settlers would have taken blame for it. And Madison of Virginia, Simon Carroll of Maryland and my brother Rufus, whose company at Baltimore insure your boat, would have met a loss they can ill afford."
His voice was hard and level like a sheet of light.
"Not you, Byrd, who, as you tell me, are neither
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