“Did I? I didn't mean it, I assure you. We are as safe here as if we were riding in the interior of New York. I suppose I was only whiling away a few idle minutes.”
“I am glad to hear it,” said the German. “I shouldn't like to meet any of these gentlemen.”
“Nor I,” answered Melville; “but I am prepared to give him or them a warm reception.”
As he spoke he drew a revolver from his pocket. He sat next to the door, and in an exposed situation.
“Put up your shooting iron, Mr. Melville,” said Col. Warner, exhibiting a slight shade of annoyance. “Let me exchange places with you. I should prefer the post of danger, if' there is any.”
“You are very kind, Colonel,” said Melville, quietly, “but I don't care to change. I am quite satisfied with my seat.”
“But, my dear sir, I insist—” said the Colonel, making a motion to rise.
“Keep your seat, Colonel! I insist upon staying where I am,” answered Melville.
He was physically far from formidable, this young man, but there was a resolute ring in his voice that showed he was in earnest.
“Really, my dear sir,” said the Colonel, trying to conceal his annoyance, “you have been quite misled by my foolish talk. I did not suppose you were so nervous.”