What he there noticed occasioned a marked change in his demeanour.

He laid down the knife, and fixed a searching and distrustful gaze upon the writer, who continued his task, unconscious of anything having happened.
"There," cried Jackson, closing the book and rising, "that'll do.
To-morrow at twelve I'll be with you, Mr.Wood.Make up your mind as to the terms, and I'll engage to find the man." "Hold!" exclaimed the carpenter, in an authoritative voice: "we can't part thus.

Thames, look the door." (An order which was promptly obeyed.) "Now, Sir, I must insist upon a full explanation of your mysterious hints, or, as I am headborough of the district, I shall at once take you into custody." Jackson treated this menace with a loud laugh of derision.
"What ho!" he cried slapping Smith, who had fallen asleep with the brandy-bottle in his grasp, upon the shoulder.

"It is time!" "For what ?" grumbled the latter, rubbing his eyes.
"For the caption!" replied Jackson, coolly drawing a brace of pistols from his pockets.
"Ready!" answered Smith, shaking himself, and producing a similar pair of weapons.
"In Heaven's name! what's all this ?" cried Wood.
"Be still, and you'll receive no injury," returned Jackson.

"We're merely about to discharge our duty by apprehending a rebel.