They heard the rattle of a heavy carriage, and, crowding together at the
cobwebbed window, saw the black shape of the "depot wagon" rock past.
They waited, breathless, until they saw it go back again up the road.

"Did you lock the dining-room door, Perez?" asked Captain Eri.

"Course I didn't. Why should I?"

It was a rather senseless question. Nobody locks doors in Orham except
at bedtime.

"Humph!" grunted Captain Eri. "She'll see the light in the dining room,
and go inside and wait, more 'n likely. Well, there's nothin' for us to
do but to stay here for a while, and then, if she ain't gone, one of
us 'll have to go up and tell her she won't suit and pay her fare home,
that's all. I think Jerry ought to be the one," he added mischievously.
"He bein' the bridegroom, as you might say."

"Me!" almost shouted the frantic Captain Jerry. "You go to grass! You
fellers got me into this scrape, and now let's see you git me out of it.
I don't stir one step."

They sat there in darkness, the silence unbroken, save for an occasional
chuckle from the provoking Eri. Perez, however, was meditating, and
observed, after a while:

"Snow! That's a queer name for a darky, ain't it?"

"That colored man up at Barry's place was named White," said Captain