Remembering his encounter with that young gentleman, Eli bustled up like a porcupine on the approach of an enemy, forgetting that he was to let by-gone be by-gones, and serve his master in a new role.
"Gone," answered Eli, boldly; "I'm boss here. What will you have?"
"Where's he gone?" asked Welty, a little ruffled.
"He's quit these quarters for good," answered Eli.
"Wonder he wouldn't let a fellow know such things," said Welty.
"I'm his messenger; what can I do for you?"
"You! I hope not to that extent!"
"Yes; me—to that extent," retorted Eli.
"Well;" and Welty studied a few moments; then continued: "Convey to him that Monroe wants to get in communication with him at once."
"I will do it," responded Eli.