“I think we had better do so,” replied Somers.
“Perhaps we had, especially as it looks very much like a storm.”
They reached the house, which was the residence of the owner of a large plantation. It had been an elegant establishment before the war, but it looked like waste and ruin around it. The travellers stopped before the mansion. De Banyan dismounted, and throwing the bridle-rein to his servant, walked up to the front door.
CHAPTER XVIII.
THE GUERILLAS AT SUPPER.
DE BANYAN knocked at the door; but as no one answered his summons, he went in without further ceremony, Somers remaining on his horse to await the result of the interview. It was now quite dark; the wind howled savagely through the trees, and the rain began to fall in torrents.
“Bad night, massa,” said Alick, as he drew his overcoat closer around him.
“Yes; but we expect to stop at this house to-night,” replied the captain.
“De storm make you sick again, massa.”