If so, he did not betray any sign of annoyance at what he had heard, but stood smilingly tapping his boot with a handsome riding-whip.
“Ah, father, you here? Have you come to see the invalid, or to say ‘good bye’ to the hunter, who tells me he is off to the wilderness to-morrow?”
His father did not answer him, but, turning to Carrol, said—
“The matter I intended to have spoken to you about will do at another time; but I’m still much obliged to you for your good advice.”
This was spoken with as much cutting politeness as could be well pressed into the speech.
As he turned to leave, he said aside to his son, “Be home early, Warren. I have something particular to say to you.”
Warren nodded, and his father passed out of the house, not at all pleased with the interview between himself and the backwoodsman.
Nothing disconcerts scheming men more than blunt honesty.
As soon as the governor was gone, Carrol commenced humming a song. His new visitor waited for several moments before speaking to him.