Part 13 (2/2)

”I have,” with a shrug. ”But he is a surly, short-spoken dog. I can get nothing out of him.”

”It pains me to be unable to give you any intelligence of them,” said Pennington. ”But I am a stranger here myself.”

As he spoke these words he turned his head, perhaps to look for the landlord. His eyes fell upon Ezra seated there so coolly, and a look of astonishment came into his face. But instantly he showed what a cautious man he was by lifting his hand to hide his face; then he coughed affectedly.

Almost simultaneously with this gesture, Ezra noticed Scarlett make a sharp movement. It was as though the adventurer was also about to turn.

But apparently he thought better of it, and remained with his back stoically presented.

”He saw the change in Pennington's face,” was Ezra's instant thought.

But what had caused this change the boy could not imagine.

”Perhaps,” he thought, ”it was but the sudden discovery that there is a third person in the room-a person who might have overheard something to the disadvantage of Abdallah and his fellows.”

There was a marked pause; the backs of both men were turned to Ezra; to his searching gaze it was plain that they were casting about as to what they should do or say. It was Gilbert Scarlett who broke the silence.

”Of course,” said he, ”a gentleman of my fortune-or lack of it-has no choice but to gain the wages that enable him to live. I somehow fancied the service of this Abdallah. Perhaps its strangeness appealed to me.

But now that he has failed me, I can see nothing to do but to take service with the colonial army.”

”From your tone,” spoke Pennington, ”I gather that you do not care to do this.” He laughed his disagreeable laugh and resumed, ”They have the right upon their side, you must admit that. And then they are led by very virtuous statesmen.”

”They are right enough,” said Scarlett, with a shrug. ”But is their treasury deep enough to pay a needy officer with reasonable regularity?

I fancy not. As to their statesmen, I grant you their ability, knowing nothing of them good or bad; but it takes generals to win battles.”

As he spoke he threw one arm across the back of the settle, and in the most careless way in the world, turned his head. When he saw Ezra he first looked surprised, and then amused.

”What,” said he, jovially, ”my young friend of the pistol! Well met!”

He arose. The spurs upon the heels of his boots clinked upon the tiled floor, his long sword trailed noisily at his side. Ezra, perfectly self-possessed, arose to greet him. Scarlett clasped his hand warmly.

”Chance,” declared the adventurer, ”plays us many queer pranks as we journey through life.” He looked from Ezra to Pennington, a mocking smile upon his lips, then he continued: ”For I suppose it was the very blindest chance that brought you here.”

Every inflection of the speaker's voice and his whole att.i.tude, however, indicated his complete disbelief in anything of the sort. It was plain to the boy that the soldier of fortune was convinced that he and Pennington were there by prearrangement. But Ezra did not speak; Pennington, his face a shade paler, sat watchfully observant.

Scarlett continued to glance from one to the other of them with amused toleration. It was as though he had detected them in a sort of child's play by which they had hoped to hoodwink him.

”Sit you down,” he finally invited Ezra. ”But over here,” pus.h.i.+ng out a chair, ”where we can see you more readily.”

Ezra sat down, and Scarlett waved his hand toward Pennington, the smile still curling his moustache.

”I do not know either of your names,” he said, ”but,” to Ezra, ”here is a gentleman whom you are unacquainted with, of course,” and he burst into a laugh, ”but whom I could have diverted vastly had I chosen to tell him of our little misadventure upon the road, two nights ago.”

Surprise and incredulity came into the face of Pennington; but he strove to hide his agitation from the watchful eyes of the adventurer.

”Is it possible,” he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed, ”that this is the lad with the pistol-he,” eagerly, ”whom you sent on with the message?”

”None other,” said Scarlett, smiling, ”and since you are unacquainted, I take pleasure in making you known to each other.”

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