“No, sah,” he replied with vigor, “dat Mistah Hawkins am not yere, sah.  An’ dat Mistah Burns has gone ’way fer gud, sah.  But dar am a gemman yere, sah,—­”

“What!” came a surprised ejaculation that caused the negro to jump, and I heard a chair overturned within.  “A gentleman?  Sam, don’t deceive me!  For the love of Heaven, let me see him.  May I be bastinadoed if it hasn’t been three months since my eyes beheld the last specimen!  Sam, where was it I saw the last one?”

“Montreal, sah.”

“By Saint Guise! ’tis gospel truth,” and the speaker strode forward, candle in hand.  “Here, now, you ace of spades,” he cried impatiently, “hold the flame until I bid this paragon of the wilderness fit welcome in the name of Hawkins, who strangely seems to have vanished from the sylvan scene.  Alas, poor Hawkins! two gentlemen at one time, I greatly fear, will be the death of him.  Would that his good friend Burns might be with him on this festive occasion.  Ye gods, what a time it would be!”

As the black hastily reached out for the candlestick, his erratic master as quickly changed his mind.

“No,” he muttered thoughtfully, drawing back within the hall; “’tis far more fit that such formal greeting should occur within, where the essentials may be found with which to do full courtesy.  I will instead retire.  Sam, bid the gentleman meet me in the banquet hall, and then, mark you, thou archfiend of blackness, seek out at once that man Hawkins in his hidden lair, and bid him have ample repast spread instantly, on pain of my displeasure.  By all the saints! if it be not at once forthcoming I will toast the scoundrel over his own slow fire.”

“Seth,” I said to my staring companion, as soon as I could recover from my own surprise, “find a place for the horses somewhere in the stables, and come in.”

“Where is your master to be found?” I questioned of the black, whose air of self-importance had been resumed the moment he was left alone.

“Second door to de right, sah,” he answered, gazing curiously at my deerskin hunting-shirt as I pressed by.

I had little difficulty in finding it, for all that the way was totally dark, as the fellow within was lustily carolling a French love-song.  I hung back for a moment, striving vainly to distinguish the words.

Without pausing to make my presence known, I opened the door quietly, and stepped within.  The room was not a large one, though it occupied the full width of the house; and the two lighted candles that illumined it, one sitting upon a table otherwise bare, the other occupying the rude dresser in the far corner, revealed clearly the entire interior.