Meanwhile the guard came to the coach door with his lantern, and inquired if any of the ladies or gentlemen desired to get out for refreshments, as they should stop there fifteen minutes.
The two gentlemen on the front seat at once left the coach. As they got out, Drusilla saw that one was the Reverend Mr. Hopper. The other was the stranger they had taken up first in Washington.
When they had disappeared, the guard turned to Drusilla and repeated his question, whether she or her attendant would like to leave the coach.
Drusilla politely declined to do so. But mammy got up and tumbled out of the coach, and called to one of the hostlers;
“Hey! I say! Come here, you sir, and fetch a light this way.”
The man who was thus summoned, thinking that some accident had happened, ran to the spot, demanding:
“What is it?”
“I want you just to look in that there leather place behind, and see if them there little red morocky trunks is all right.”
“Blast you and your trunks too! Who do you think is going to be bothered with them?” angrily retorted the man as he left her.
“Come in, nurse. Oh, do come in,” pleaded Drusilla, from the window. “I am sure the trunks are all safe.”