“Well, I can’t say I do exactly,” said Joe; “but I know its a very mysterious matter.”
“What is such a mysterious matter?” asked Glenn, smiling.
“Why, you—Miss Mary”—stammered Joe.
“Well, what is there mysterious about us?”
“Hang it, you know!” replied Joe.
“Pshaw!” repeated Glenn, striding out of the inclosure, and descending the path leading to Roughgrove’s house, whither he directed Joe to follow when he had galloped the horses.
“Have you got any licker in the house?” asked Sneak, staring at the retreating form of Glenn.
“No—its all gone. Why do you ask?” returned Joe.
“Becaise that feller’s drunk,” said Sneak, with a peculiar nod.
“No he ain’t—he hasn’t drunk a drop for a month.”