"An' dat young leddy am gwine to meet somebody, mebbe her husband, at de landin'?"
"Yes," said Scobell; "but how do you know these things? Has anybody been here to see you?"
"Yah! Yah!" chuckled the old man. "I dun tole you dat folks as knowed Uncle Gallus dun often come ter see him. I dun knowed you all de time, when you fust come—in fac', I was 'spectin' you and de missus all de mawnin'."
"Was the landlady looking for us too?" inquired Scobell.
"She knowed you was a comin'," replied Uncle Gallus; "dah was a gem'man heah las' night, as talked about you to her, an' lef' a note fur de lady."
"Is the landlady all right?" asked Scobell.
"True to de core," affirmed Uncle Gallus emphatically; "more'n one poor feller as 'scaped from Richmun' hes foun' a good bed an' supper at de 'Glen House.'"
"Well," said my operative, "you can finish your work here; I have an errand or two for the missus, and I must go and attend to them before dinner."
So saying, he started for the house, leaving Uncle Gallus to water and feed the horses, which had now sufficiently cooled, and were enjoying their needed rest.
Scobell's errand was simply to take a stroll about the village in order to ascertain whether there was any indication of their having been followed by anyone from Richmond. He strolled about the village, noting carefully every one whom he met, and, feeling comparatively secure, started to return to the hotel.