The Honor of the Road
him with a dry smile, and a sharp eye upon the younger men and the empty glasses, as he and the sergeant accompanied Hardcastle to the veranda, while Tyler took charge of the three horses. The fame of Cairns had travelled before him to Rosanna, but none had been prepared for a figure so weird or for a countenance so forbidding and malign. His manners were equally uncouth. He shook his bent head to decline refreshment; he pointedly ignored a generalization of Hardcastle's about the crime; and when he spoke, it was in a gratuitously satirical style of his own.
"May I ask, Mr. Hardcastle, if you are the owner or the manager of this lodge in a howling wilderness?"
"I'm sorry to say I am both."
"I appreciate the sorrow. I failed to discern a single green blade as I came along."
"We depend on salt-bush and the like."
"In spite of which, I believe, you have had several lean years?"
"There's no denying it."
"I am sorry to be one of so many intruders in such a season, Mr. Hardcastle, but I shall not trouble you long. I hope to take the murderer to-night."
"Stingaree?"
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