He also heard the brief dialogue that passed between them at the door of the vehicle. But the indignation of the honest sailor was unbounded when he saw Augustus take his seat in the carriage by the side of Camillia. He thought that his Captain's new friend was betrayed, and immediately resolved to know the truth. As the carriage drove off, he flung himself into the roadway, almost under the hoofs of the horses of other vehicles, in order to follow that which contained Camillia and the planter. In this manner he pursued it until it turned out of the principal thoroughfare. Then, favored by the obscurity of the street and the darkness of the night, he sprang forward, and, clambering like a monkey, contrived to seat himself on the board at the back of the vehicle. He was sufficiently well acquainted with New Orleans to recognize the quarter through which they drove; and when the carriage stopped, he slipped noiselessly from his position, and, lurking in the shadow, watched Camillia and Augustus as they entered the gambling-house. He saw enough to convince him that some description of treachery was on foot, and that, in any case, Paul Lisimon's happiness was in danger. The carriage drove off without the black coachman having noticed Joe; and the sailor had ample time to examine the exterior of the house, and the street in which it was situated. He recognized the locality as Columbia Street. Then, without a moment's hesitation, he ran to the quay, and got a boat to convey him on board the Amazon. Late as it was, neither Paul nor the Captain had retired to rest. They were both seated in the cabin, with a pile of charts before them, and the young lawyer was taking a lesson in navigation. Joe lost no time in relating what he had witnessed; and ten minutes afterward Paul Lisimon and Captain Prendergills were on shore. The Captain knew the house on Columbia Street. "Many a dollar have I lost within its accursed walls," he said, as the three men hurried through the deserted city; "but that's in our favor now, for the keepers of the house know me, and I know the trick of the door, which is a secret only confided to the habitual visitors of the house; so we shall get into the infernal den without any difficulty, and once in we'll find out what all this means, and whether Don Juan's daughter is deceiving you." "She deceive me!" exclaimed Paul indignantly; "she is all truth, all purity; but if the man who was with her is he whom I imagine, she is the victim of treachery as vile as that from which I am a sufferer." Thanks to Captain Prendergills, they had no difficulty in penetrating the mysterious building. A man, seated in a little ante-room on the stairs took their hats from them, and told them which way to go to the gambling-saloons; but at the very moment they reached the top of the principal staircase the thrilling shriek of Camillia Moraquitos echoed through the house.