Well, after all, it can be done." "Will you do it." "We can try." And the postilion started at full gallop.

Nine o'clock was striking as they entered Servas.
"A crown of six livres if you'll drive me half-way to Sue without stopping here to change horses!" cried the young man through the window to the postilion.
"Done!" replied the latter.
And the carriage dashed past the post house without stopping.
Morgan stopped the carriage at a half mile beyond Servas, put his head out of the window, made a trumpet of his hands, and gave the hoot of a screech-owl.

The imitation was so perfect that another owl answered from a neighboring woods.
"Here we are," cried Morgan.
The postilion pulled up, saying: "If we're there, we needn't go further." The young man took his valise, opened the door, jumped out and stepped up to the postilion.
"Here's the promised ecu." The postilion took the coin and stuck it in his eye, as a fop of our day holds his eye-glasses.

Morgan divined that this pantomime had a significance.
"Well," he asked, "what does that mean ?" "That means," said the postilion, "that, do what I will, I can't help seeing with the other eye." "I understand," said the young man, laughing; "and if I close the other eye--" "Damn it! I shan't see anything." "Hey! you're a rogue who'd rather be blind than see with one eye! Well, there's no disputing tastes.

Here!" And he gave him a second crown.