“They found out our little game,” answered Warner, shortly, for he did not see any advantage in wasting words on his confederate's wife. “Which way did Brown go?”
“Yonder,” answered Mrs. Brown, pointing in a particular direction.
Col. Warner tied his horse to a small sapling, and walked in the direction indicated.
He found the landlord sullenly reclining beneath a large tree.
“So you're back?” he said, surveying Warner with a lowering brow.
“Yes.”
“And a pretty mess you've made of the job!” said the landlord, bitterly.
“It's as much your fault—nay, more!” said his superior, coolly.
“What do you mean?” demanded Brown, not over cordially.
“You would persist in discussing our plan last night in my room, though I warned you we might be overheard.”