“No—nor ain’t likely neither. The coward has ‘swartouted.’”
“Swawtuated?”
“Yes; G.T.T.—gone to Texas!”
“Ba Jawve! Mr Lucas; I don’t compwehend yaw?”
“You will, when I tell you that your antagonist has left Newport. Gone off by the evening boat.”
“Honaw bwight, Mr Lucas?” cried the Englishman, in feigned astonishment. “Shawley you must be jawking.”
“Not in the least, I assure you. The clerk tells me he paid his hotel bill, and was taken off in one of their hacks. Besides, I’ve seen the driver who took him, and who’s just returned. He says that he set Mr Maynard down, and helped to carry his baggage aboard the boat. There was another man, some foreign-looking fellow, along with him. Be sure, sir, he’s gone.”
“And left no message, no addwess, as to where I may find him?”
“Not a word, that I can hear of.”
“Ba Gawd?”