“Just so. You are satisfied with your place, Lugley?”
“Yes, sir,” said the man in a humble voice, now cowed.
The news of the arrival of the strangers had come to him late at night, and, with Whipshire stupidity, he had thought that any one coming from the wilds of British America must be but a savage after all.
“Very well; I wouldn’t throw myself out of a place, if I were you.”
“Oh, no, sir! Beg pardon, sir, I—”
“Attend to your hounds there, Lugley.”
So saying, Gaston nodded Jacques away with him, leaving the huntsman sick with apprehension.
“You see how it is to be done, Brillon?” said Gaston. Jacques’s brown eyes twinkled.
“You have the grand trick, sir.”
“I enjoy the game; and so shall you, if you will. You’ve begun well. I don’t know much of this life yet; but it seems to me that they are all part of a machine, not the idea behind the machine. They have no invention. Their machine is easy to learn. Do not pretend; but for every bit you learn show something better, something to make them dizzy now and then.”