“I think I get your meaning,” spoke Ezra Prentiss. “You are of the opinion that the man below is not altogether to be trusted.”
They had reached the landing upon the second floor; the rooms which they were to occupy were just at hand. Revere made a gesture with the lighted candle that caused the shadows to crouch and then spring madly apart.
“I repeat,” said he, “that I say nothing against any one. However, it would be just as well to keep your eye upon this.”
As he uttered the last word he struck the pigskin saddle-bags smartly with his hand and nodded his head wisely.
“I think it’s very good advice,” said Ben Cooper, thoughtfully.
“And I,” remarked Ezra. “Good-night, Mr. Revere, and thanks. Good-night, Nat.”
Good-nights were said and they entered their rooms. Ezra and Ben were to occupy a large room in which were a pair of huge four-poster beds. Nat and Revere had separate rooms, but as it happened, there was a communicating door between.
The man placed his candlestick upon the top of a chest of drawers.
“I never saw a finer or more careful lad than Ezra,” he remarked, “but I’d as leave Mr. Adams had given me his errand to do.”
“Why?” and Nat Brewster turned his head, looking at the speaker with interest.