They glanced up at him as he pulled up and scowled, but not one raised his hand to his cap, or gave him good-morning.
The captain's face grew dark, and his voice was harsh and stern as he said:
"Can any of you men tell me where the carrier, Job, is to be found?"
One man jerked his finger over his head toward the house, and at that moment Job, hearing his name spoken, came out.
His dark eyes twinkled savagely as he saw the captain, but he touched his hat and came toward the horse.
"I hope I see you well, sir," he said, "and that the young and old lady be well."
"All well," said the captain. "Send some one to take the horse to the stable; I want a word with you, Job, aside."
Job nodded, beckoned to a man to take the horse, then followed the captain into the parlor.
"Now," said the captain, "I have come down to put my threat into execution. I am going to punish you, my friend, and all the rascals with you. Where is the money? Where is the share I was to have regularly of the profits out of your precious trade? Where are they, I ask?"