"I didn't stop to think of that when I saw that big blackguard p'intin' his pistol at you. I thought I'd have a hand in it myself."
"Jump into the chaise, Andy, and ride home with me."
"What, wid the gun?"
"To be sure. We won't leave the gun. That has done us too good service already to-day."
"I've made something out of it, anyway," said Andy, displaying the pistol, which was silver-mounted, and altogether a very pretty weapon. "It's a regular beauty," he said, with admiration.
"It will be better in your hands than in the real owner's," said Colonel Preston.
By this time Andy was in the chaise, rapidly nearing the village.
"If you hadn't come up just as you did, Andy, I should have been poorer by eight hundred dollars."
"That's a big pile of money," said Andy, who, as we know, was not in the habit of having large sums of money in his own possession.
"It is considerably more than I would like to lose," said Colonel Preston, to whom it was of less importance than to Andy.