“No, Mr. Leonidas; not when on duty. No, sir. If I did, there be some who would say I was taking a bribe.”
The dull young man of the red head and freckled face dropped his head and looked disappointed.
Leonidas and Roland had by this time put on their overcoats, drawn on their gloves and taken up their hats.
They now said that they were ready to go.
“Come, Bill. Have you gone to sleep there?” inquired the old man of his dull comrade.
The latter got up slowly from his seat, and the little party left the room.
Luke was in the hall, and opened the outer door.
“We are going out on business, Luke, and I shall not be home before night,” said Le.
The old servant bowed, without the least suspicion of what the nature of that business could be.
The party left the house, entered the carriage, the young officer mounting the box, and the elder riding inside with the young men; and they took the road to Mondreer—the same pleasant road through the pine woods and across Chincapin Creek Bridge, that Le and his cousins had so often traveled on foot, or horseback, or in a carriage.