“A hell of a feller fur an officer!” muttered the Colonel. “To let the nigger slide in that ar way, afore I’d ever a chance to take from him his money and watch, which in course owt to go to payin’ my expenses. Cuss me if I—” “Silence!” exclaimed Blake in a voice of thunder. Cowed by the force of a reckless and impulsive will, all present now kept quiet. Colonel Hyde, who, deprived of his revolver, felt his imbecility keenly, went to the window and looked out. Iverson, who was a coward, tried to smile, and then, seeing the expression on Blake’s face, looked suddenly grave. Captain Skinner gave way to melancholy forebodings. His companion, Biggs, refreshed himself with a quid of tobacco, and stood straddling and bracing himself on his feet as if he thought a storm was brewing, and expected a lurch to leeward to take him off his legs. As for Charlton, he drew a slip of paper toward him, and appeared to be carelessly figuring on it; although, when he thought Blake was not looking, his manner changed to an eager and anxious consideration of the matter before him. The five minutes had nearly expired when Blake rose, turned his back to Charlton, and seemed to be lost in reverie. Charlton took this opportunity to hastily finish what he had been writing. He then enclosed it in an envelope, and directed it. This done, he motioned to Iverson, and held up the letter. The latter nodded, and pointed with a motion of the thumb to a newspaper on the table. Charlton placed the letter under it, coughed, and turned to warm himself at the stove. Iverson sidled toward the newspaper, but before he could reach it, Blake turned and dashed his fist on it, took up the letter, and whispered menacingly to Charlton, “Utter a single word, and I’ll choke you.” Then unlocking and opening the door, he said to the other persons in the room, “Go! you can return, if you choose, at five o’clock.” “Give me my revolver,” demanded the Colonel. “Say two words, and I’ll have you arrested for trying to shoot an unarmed man,” replied Blake. The Colonel swallowed his rage and left the room, followed by Iverson and the two witnesses. Blake again locked the door and took the key. “What’s the meaning of all this?” asked Charlton, seriously alarmed. “It means that if you open that traitor’s mouth of yours till I tell you to, you’ll come to grief.” Charlton subsided and was silent. Blake unfolded the paper he had seized, and read as follows: “You will probably find Peek, either at Bunker’s in Broadway, or at his rooms in Greenwich Street, the side nearest the river, third or fourth house from the corner of Dey Street.” Blake thrust the paper back into his pocket, and, wholly regardless of Charlton’s presence, began pacing the floor. CHAPTER IX. THE UPPER AND THE LOWER LAW.