“Mr. Melville,” he whispered, “I have something important to communicate, and cannot do so here on account of the danger of being heard in the next room. Are you willing to dress and take a little walk with me before breakfast?” George Melville's physical condition did not make him usually favorable to early rising, but he knew Herbert well enough to understand that he had a satisfactory reason for his request. “Yes, Herbert,” he said, “I will get up.” Not a word was exchanged, for Mr. Melville's discretion prevailed over his curiosity. In ten minutes both were fully dressed and descended the stairs. There was no one stirring except a woman, the landlord's wife, who was lighting the fire in order to prepare breakfast. She regarded the two with surprise, and perhaps a little distrust. “You're stirrin' early, strangers,” she said. “Yes,” answered Melville, courteously, “we are going to take a little walk before breakfast; it may sharpen our appetites.” “Humph!” said the woman; “that's curious. I wouldn't get up so early if I wasn't obliged. There ain't much to see outdoors.” “It is a new part of the country to us,” said Melville, “and we may not have another chance to see it.” “When will breakfast be ready?” asked Herbert. “Half an hour, more or less,” answered the woman, shortly. “We will be back in time,” he said. The landlady evidently thought their early-rising a singular proceeding, but her suspicions were not aroused. She resumed her work, and Herbert and his friend walked out through the open door. When they had reached a spot a dozen rods or more distant, Melville turned to his young clerk and asked: “Well, Herbert, what is it?” “I have discovered, Mr. Melville, that our stage is to be stopped to-day and the passengers plundered.” “How did you discover this?” asked Melville, startled. “By a conversation which I overheard in the next chamber to us.” “But that chamber is occupied by Col. Warner.” “And he is one of the conspirators,” said Herbert, quietly. “Is it possible?” ejaculated Melville. “Can we have been so deceived in him? Does he propose to waylay the stage?” “No, I presume he will be one of the passengers.” “Tell me all you know about this matter, Herbert. Who is engaged with him in this plot?” “The landlord.” “I am not much surprised at this,” said Melville, thoughtfully. “He is an ill-looking man, whose appearance fits the part of highwayman very well. Then you think the colonel is in league with him?” “I am sure of that. Don't you remember how skillfully Col. Warner drew out of the passengers the hiding places of their money yesterday?” “Yes.” “He has told all to the landlord, and he will no doubt make use of the knowledge. That is all, Mr. Melville. I could not rest till I had told you, so that you might decide what to do.”