"You'll walk in, sir, won't you?
There's always a good supper at this house--kept it when King George's troops were about--only four shillin', sir," the landlord continued, bowing and motioning his hand.

But the stranger shook his head negatively, drew a cigar from his pocket and politely requested the landlord to give him a light.

And when he had lighted his cigar, he drew a Spanish dollar from his pocket, and slipped it into the man's hand, saying it would pay for both their suppers, and he would take his when they returned.

He, at the same time, begged the landlord to give himself no concern about him, but to proceed to his supper, which he knew from his appearance he would enjoy.
"Seein' how you're a gentleman," said the landlord, bowing obsequiously, "there's three shillin' more for the horse--that squares it." "Certainly--I forgot the horse," replied the stranger, drawing a half-dollar piece from his pocket and giving it to the landlord.
"There's a shillin' comin' to you," returned the landlord, putting the money into one pocket, and feeling in the other, "Never mind the shilling," said the stranger, "we will settle that another time." "Travellers always find a good bed at my house, and enough on the table.
That's more than the fellow who keeps the house further on can say," continued the landlord, again bowing and proceeding to his supper.
The stranger now paced quickly and impatiently up and down the little veranda, pausing every few minutes and looking out in the direction of the wagon, as if it contained something he was guarding with scrupulous care.

In short, the object of his solicitude was a stout, leathern valise, in the wagon, and which was so heavy that it required the strength of two ordinary men to handle it easily.
Twenty minutes passed and the driver again made his appearance, wiping his lips and buttoning up his coat unconcernedly.