“Well, old hoss, I’m the brother of my father’s oldest son.”
“What’s yer name?”
“Hain’t got any; had a difficulty with the district attorney in our county, and lost it.”
“Come out here, and show yerself. The cap’n wants to see yer down to the road.”
“Just goin’ down there. Say, you hain’t got a spare hoss in your caravan, have you? I’m gettin’ amazin’ tired.”
“Come out, both of you. I can’t stay here all day.”
“Needn’t wait for me; I’m in no hurry,” answered the captain, as he slowly emerged from the bushes, followed by Somers.
“But I shall wait for yer; and, if yer don’t step along lively, I’ll let yer know how this cheese-knife feels.”
“Don’t distress yourself to do anything of the sort,” said De Banyan; and he hobbled along on his new-made cane.
A walk of a few rods brought them to the road, where the commander of the company was impatiently awaiting their arrival. He looked daggers at the travelers, and evidently intended to annihilate them by the fierceness of his visage.