"Häow?" says the old lady.
"Mon Dieu, it is she!" continues Maverick, speaking under intense excitement to himself, as if unconscious of any other presence.
"Häow?" urged the old lady, more persistently.
"Damn it, nothing, Madam!"
And the old lady drew the strings of her bag closely, and looked full out of the opposite window.
Within, a half-hour the stage-coach arrived at the Eagle Tavern. Maverick demanded a chamber, and asked to see the landlord. The stout, blear-eyed Boody presently made his appearance.
"How can I reach New York soonest, my friend?"
Mr. Boody consulted his watch.
"Well, by fast driving you might catch the night-boat on the river."
"Can you get me there in time?"