This was my advice, warmly seconded by Walter, and when fairly set before him, also appearing best to his brother.
It was agreed we should all three go down to New Orleans, place ourselves in communication with a respectable solicitor, and obtain the assistance of the law, in the accomplishment of our purpose.
At the close of our deliberations a surprise awaited us. Outside we heard the hoof-stroke of a horse. On looking through the window, we saw a man dismounting by the gate of the inclosure, and fastening his bridle to the post. As he faced toward the house, we recognized the piratical ruffian whose punishment we had been planning.
CHAPTER XXIII.
WAITING FOR A BOAT.
Visit unexpected and ill-timed—what could be its object? This was the thought of all three.
I for one must not be seen by him. The sight of me would frustrate all our plans—even the knowledge that I still lived.
Neither should the Tennessean. His presence would require explanation; and perhaps cause a change in the programme we had sketched out for the pirate.
Our host alone must receive him. There was just time for Henry to get out of the drawing-room, and close the door after him, when Mr. Bradley stepped into the porch.