ABSTRACT
Whilethey were at breakfast, Dr. Sourby examined his pocket-book, and laid his bills on the table, counting them exactly over, to see whether all were safe. During this a person suddenly entered, plainly dressed, tall, with red / hair and whiskers, and a stern rough countenance, booted and spurred, with a whip in his hand, and a pair of pistols and saddle-bags. Laying these down, he drew a chair, and said, ‘If you have no objection, gentlemen, I’ll take breakfast with you.’ On which he helped himself to a dish without waiting for an answer. Dr. Sourby hurried his money and bills into his pocket with very suspicious precipitation, and entered into conversation with much stammering and hesitation. After some common chit-chat, he asked which way their route lay, and said, if they had no objection, he would make one of their party, as he was journeying the same course. Our hero very adroitly turned off the discourse to another subject, without either agreeing or refusing. The stranger soon after this stepped out to look at his horse. ‘A very intrusive forward fellow this, to force himself thus on us. I don’t like his appearance at all,’ said Dr. Sourby. /
