“Leave that to me, Mr. Norman Maitland. I 'll take care to see my friend, as you call him, and I 'll offer you a trifling wager he 'll not be a whit more anxious to claim my acquaintance than you are.”
“You appear to have no small reliance on your powers of intimidation, Major,” said Maitland, with a sneering smile.
“They have never failed me, for I have always backed them with a very steady hand and a correct eye, both of which are much at your service.”
Maitland lifted his hat and bowed an acknowledgment.
“I think we are losing our time, each of us, Major M'Caskey. There need be no question of etiquette here. You are, if I understand the matter aright, under my orders. Well, sir, these orders are, that you now start for Castle Durrow, and be prepared by Tuesday next to make me a full report of your proceedings, and produce for me, if necessary, the men you have engaged.”
The change effected in the Major's manner at these words was magical; he touched his hat in salute, and listened with all show of respect.
“It is my intention, if satisfied with your report, to recommend you for the command of the legion, with the rank of Lieutenant-Colonel,” continued Maitland; “and I have already written about those advances you mentioned.”
“I 'll take care that you are satisfied with me,” said M'Caskey, respectfully; “I'll start within half an hour.”
“This is all as it should be. I hope it is our first and last misunderstanding;” and he held out his hand frankly, which the other grasped and shook cordially. “How are you off for ready cash? Treat me as a comrade, and say freely.”
“Not over flush, but I suppose I can rub on,” said the Major, with some confusion.