I jerked my head around. Coming down the steps I beheld my old friend and benefactor, Captain John Paul!
“Ahoy, ahoy!” cries he. “Now Heaven be praised, I have found you at last.”
Out of the saddle I leaped, and straight into his arms.
“Hold, hold, Richard!” he gasped. “My ribs, man! Leave me some breath that I may tell you how glad I am to see you.”
“Mr. Jones!” I said, holding him out, “now where the devil got you that?”
“Why, I am become a gentleman since I saw you,” he answered, smiling. “My poor brother left me his estate in Virginia. And a gentleman must have three names at the least.”
I dropped his shoulders and shook with laughter.
“But Jones!” I cried. “'Ad's heart! could you go no higher? Has your imagination left you, captain?”
“Republican simplicity, sir,” says he, looking a trifle hurt. But I laughed the more.
“Well, you have contrived to mix oil and vinegar,” said I. “A landed gentleman and republican simplicity. I'll warrant you wear silk-knit under that gray homespun, and have a cameo in your pocket.”