The two outlaws took the path which led to Oreville, and walked two miles before they discovered Caesar coming towards them at a slow and melancholy gait.
“There he is, and on foot! What does it mean?”
“He will tell us.”
“Here now, you black imp! where is the horse?” demanded Roderick.
“I done lost him, massa.”
“Lost him? You’ll get a flogging for this, unless you bring good news. Did you see Jefferson Pettigrew?”
“Yes, massa.”
“Did he give you any money?”
“No; he gave me this letter.”
Roderick snatched it from his hand, and showed it to John.