He was just as sure that Yates had come on some errand, for which his fishing tackle was a cover, as that he had come at all.

He could think of but one motive that would bring the man into the woods, unless he came for sport, and for sport he did not believe his visitor had come at all.

He was not dressed for it.

None but old sportsmen, with nothing else to do, ever came into the woods at that season.
"Jim, introduce me to your friend," said Yates, turning to Mr.Benedict, who had dropped his knife and fork, and sat uneasily witnessing the meeting, and listening to the conversation.
"Well, I call 'im Number Ten.

His name's Williams; an' now if ye ain't too tired, perhaps ye'll tell us what they call ye to home." "Well, I'm Number Eleven, and my name's Williams, too." "Then, if yer name's Williams, an' ye're Number 'leven, ye want some supper.