The ghost hadnt found anything. We hadnt! he argued. Maybe theyve decided there is somethingand if it isnt there when they make a good search, they think they know where else to lookand its either in the wateror over the wateror
So at five o'clock Cairness, coming again into that part of the cabin which his hostess persistently named the drawing-room, found the three Englishmen taking their tea, and a little man in clerical garb observing the rite with considerable uncertainty. He would have no tea himself, and his tone expressed a deep distrust[Pg 37] of the beverage. By the side of his chair stood a tall silk hat. It was in all probability the only one in the territories, or west of the Missouri, for that matter, and it caught Cairness's eye at once, the more especially as it was pierced by two round holes. As he stirred his tea and ate the thin slices of buttered bread, his glance wandered frequently to the hat. Hugh Howard, made Postmaster-General.Now whats to do? he wondered.