George Melville had intended to watch narrowly the landlord and Col. Warner, to detect, if possible, the secret understanding which must exist between them. But he was deprived of an opportunity, for the very good reason that the landlord had disappeared, and was not again seen before their departure. The driver gathered up his reins, cracked his whip, and the stage started. Herbert looked at George Melville a little anxiously, not knowing what course he had decided to take. They two, it will be remembered, were the only ones who knew of the intended attack. Before the stage started, Melville quietly took the opportunity to hand his pocketbook to Herbert, saying, briefly: “It will be safer with you in case of an attack.” “But won't it be considered suspicious that you have no money about you?” suggested Herbert. “I have a roll of bills in my pocket-fifty dollars,” answered Melville. They had no further opportunity of speaking, as one of the passengers came up where they were standing. Herbert had already taken his seat in the coach, when his employer said: “Herbert, wouldn't you like to ride outside with the driver?” “Yes, sir,” answered Herbert, promptly, for he understood, that this was Mr. Melville's wish. “It will give us more room, and you will have a better view.” “Yes, sir; I shall like it.” In a quick manner Herbert made the change, taking care not to look significantly at Melville, as some boys might have done, and thus excited suspicion. For the first mile there was very little conversation. Then Col. Warner spoke. “Well, gentlemen,” he said, “we are fairly on our way. Let us hope nothing will mar our pleasure.” “Do you anticipate anything?” asked George Melville. “I! Why should I? We have a skillful driver, and I guarantee he won't tip us over.” “Mr. Melville was, perhaps, referring to the chance of the stage being stopped by some enterprising road agent,” suggested Parker. “Oho! Sits the wind in that quarter?” said the Colonel, laughing lightly. “Not the least chance of that--that is, the chance is very slight.” “You spoke differently yesterday,” said the German capitalist. “Did I? I didn't mean it, I assure you. We are as safe here as if we were riding in the interior of New York. I suppose I was only whiling away a few idle minutes.” “I am glad to hear it,” said the German. “I shouldn't like to meet any of these gentlemen.” “Nor I,” answered Melville; “but I am prepared to give him or them a warm reception.” As he spoke he drew a revolver from his pocket. He sat next to the door, and in an exposed situation. “Put up your shooting iron, Mr. Melville,” said Col. Warner, exhibiting a slight shade of annoyance. “Let me exchange places with you. I should prefer the post of danger, if' there is any.” “You are very kind, Colonel,” said Melville, quietly, “but I don't care to change. I am quite satisfied with my seat.” “But, my dear sir, I insist--” said the Colonel, making a motion to rise.