"Ha! Is my name on any part of my baggage or dress?"
"Not that I know of," replied the sergeant; "and if it was, Wat can't read."
"Were you interrupted in your sleep last night, Galbraith? Did you hear noises in our room?"
"Nothing, Major, louder nor the gnawing of a mouse at the foot of the plank partition. Did you see a spirit that you look so solemn?"
"I did, sergeant!" said Butler, with great earnestness of manner. "I had a dream that had something more than natural in it."
"You amaze me, Major! If you saw anything, why didn't you awake me?"
"I hadn't time before it was gone, and then it was too late. I dreamed, Galbraith, that somehow—for my dream didn't explain how she came in—Mary Musgrove, the young girl we saw——"
"Ha! ha! ha! Major, that young girl's oversot you! Was that the sperit?"
"Peace, Galbraith, I am in earnest; listen to me. I dreamt Mary Musgrove came into our room and warned us that our lives were in danger; how, I forget, or perhaps she did not tell, but she spoke of our being waylaid, and, I think, she advised that at this very fork of the road we have just passed, we should take the left hand—the right, according to my dream, she said, led to some spring."
"Perhaps the Dogwood, Major," said Robinson, laughing; "there is such a place, somewhere in these parts."