As he stands with eyes glaring upon them, he is again accosted by his inquisitive acquaintance, who asks:
“What’s the matter, Jawge? Yaw haven’t answered my intewogatowy!”
“What was it? I forget.”
“Aw, indeed! That’s stwange. I merely wished to know who Mr White Cap is?”
“Just what I’d like to know myself. All I can tell you is, that he’s an army fellow—in the Cavalry I believe—by name Ryecroft.”
“Aw yas; Cavalwy. That’s evident by the bend of his legs. Wyquoft—Wyquoft, you say?”
“So he calls himself—a captain of Hussars—his own story.”
This in a tone and with a shrug of insinuation.
“But yaw don’t think he’s an adventuwer?”
“Can’t say whether he is, or not.”