The captain's face changed: he gazed, half in astonishment, half in a dawning resentment.
"The deuce, sir! Have you intruded upon me to insult me?"
"'Faith, sir, I've certainly intruded upon you for no friendly purpose."
Falconer continued to gaze, in wonder as well as annoyance.
"Who the devil are you, sir?" he said at last.
"My name is Winwood, sir—Captain Winwood, late of the American army of Independence."
Falconer opened his eyes wide, parted his lips, and turned a little pale. At that moment, I shifted my position; whereupon he turned, and saw me.
"And Russell, too!" said he. "Well, this is a—an odd meeting, gentlemen."
"Not a chance one," said Philip. "I have been some time seeking you."
"Well, well," replied the captain, recovering his self-possession. "I imagine I know your purpose, sir."