entrance the two who had been the primary cause of the former trouble sprang to their feet and came toward him.
"Huh! what brings yo' heah?" demanded the ringleader of the mischief-makers wrathfully.
For the instant Matt hardly knew how to reply. He recognized his mistake in coming to the cottage, and he was anxious now to make as early a departure as possible.
"Do you live here?" he asked boldly.
"Yes we do," returned the colored man.
"Then I have made a mistake in coming here. I thought some one else might live here."
And he took a step backward to the door.
"Hol' on!" exclaimed the colored man, coming still closer. "What brung yo' heah?"
"I wanted to find out if we were on the right road, that was all. But I can find out elsewhere."
"Whar's yo' wagon?"
"Over on the road," and Matt waved his hand in the direction.
"Gwine to leave Easton?" questioned the second colored man.
"Yes."
No sooner had Matt made the reply than the three colored men glanced at each other, and the ringleader whispered to his companions.
