Drawing a revolver from his pocket, with which he had prudently prepared
himself before his interview with Jaspar, he proceeded on his way.
On a nearer approach, the men appeared to be strangers to him. They
might, however, be in the employ of Jaspar. They might be engaged in
watching over his captivity.
He approached nearer. He had never seen either of them before. They did
not look like men whom Jaspar would have been likely to select for such
a purpose as he apprehended. Still, he took the precaution to examine
the caps upon his pistol, and have his bowie-knife in a convenient place
for immediate use.
Dalhousie was the first to speak.
"Your business here?" demanded he, regardless of the courtesy to which
he had been all his life accustomed.
"The fact on 'tis," replied one of the strangers, a little startled by
the rude manner of Dalhousie, "the fact on 'tis, we are lookin' arter
the mansion of a Mr. Dumont. Perhaps you will oblige us by tellin' us
which way to go."
"He lives in yonder house," replied Dalhousie, pointing it out.
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