They adjourned to the bar-room, in which there was a solitary table.
This happened to be unoccupied, and they accordingly played two games, which lasted about an hour and a half. The reader will judge that neither was very expert in the game.
"Now," said Jasper, who paid for both games, despite Gilbert"s remonstrances, "we will order a little lunch, and then start for home."
"I don"t feel hungry."
"Nonsense! one can always eat. Besides, I want to patronize the hotel."
"Did you have a pleasant drive?" asked James Grey, meeting them on their return.
"Very pleasant," responded Gilbert.
"I hope Jasper was attentive."
"He could not have been more so. I am much obliged to him."
"I am glad enough to have company," said Jasper, with an a.s.sumption of frank cordiality. "I don"t often enjoy a drive, but I did this afternoon."
"I think I shall have to invite Gilbert to stay here as our permanent guest," said Mr. Grey, pleasantly.
While he spoke Gilbert could not help wondering what had come over him to make him so different from what he was in Cincinnati. There he was rough, insulting, and abusive. Now he was the model of courtesy. It was hard to believe him the same man. Gilbert was not very credulous, but he was thoroughly deceived by his altered manner.
"I suppose he really believed me an impostor when we met in Cincinnati," said he to himself. "Now he begins to think that he was mistaken, and is trying to make it up to me."
Nevertheless, there were one or two things which interfered with this view. Why should his uncle have schemed so eagerly to get dishonest possession of the confession unless he believed it to be genuine, and therefore dangerous? That did not seem honorable. What had happened since to change him?
After reflection, this was the conclusion to which our hero came: His uncle had made up his mind that he (Gilbert) had a strong case, and meant to conciliate him in the hope of a favorable compromise.
Otherwise what object could he have in treating him with so much politeness and attention?
Gilbert was a smart boy, or perhaps I should say, young man, but he was not yet acquainted with the "ways that are dark, and the tricks that are vain," to which human craft is often led to resort. Least of all did he suspect any danger to himself from the uncle and cousin, who seemed to vie with each other in ministering to his enjoyment.
"Well, Jasper," said his father, the next morning, as they were seated at breakfast, "what plans have you for the enjoyment of our guest?"
"You ride on horseback, don"t you, Gilbert?" inquired his cousin.
"Yes, I can ride a little."
"Wouldn"t you like a gallop after breakfast?"
Gilbert responded readily in the affirmative. He had taken riding lessons in the city, and was accustomed to ride, whenever he had a chance, in the environs of the city. He was, in truth, an excellent rider, having taken lessons of an accomplished teacher, who often referred to him as one of the most proficient of his pupils. But when Jasper questioned him he only answered that he rode a little, having a strong disinclination to boast.
"I should think that would be an agreeable plan," said Mr. Grey. "What horses shall you take?"
"I will ride on my own. I am used to her, and don"t like to change."
"How will you mount Gilbert?"
"He might ride on Bucephalus."
"Isn"t Bucephalus a little skittish?"
"That is what they say at the stable; but I am not so easily scared."
"Why not use Sidney?"
"Sidney is not very well; he has had a bad cold. Still, if Gilbert is afraid of mounting Bucephalus"--there was an intentional covert sneer in Jasper"s tone--"he can try Sidney."
Now Gilbert was not timid, and did not like to be considered so. Had he really known the character of the horse designed for him, his cousin"s words would still have decided him to take the risk.
"I am not in the least afraid," he said. "I"ll ride Bucephalus."
"Don"t you think you had better take the other horse?" urged James Grey, hypocritically.
"No, sir," said Gilbert, with decision. "If Sidney is sick I would much rather try Bucephalus, even if he is a trifle spirited."
"A trifle spirited," thought his uncle. "I wouldn"t trust myself on the brute for ten thousand dollars."
"If you"re ready, Gilbert, we"ll go out to the stable," said Jasper.
They left the house and proceeded in the direction of the stable.
"Ten to one he"ll come back hurt," James Grey said to himself, "if he comes back at all," he added, with an evil smile.
CHAPTER x.x.xI.
BUCEPHALUS.
The stable was a handsome building, very complete in its appointments, for both Mr. Grey and Jasper were fond of horses. Opening the small door at one side the boys saw John, the coachman, washing the carriage.
"John, we want the saddle-horses," said Jasper. "Gilbert and I are going to ride."
"You will ride your own horse, Mr. Jasper?"
"Yes."
"And your friend will ride Sidney?"
"No; he will take Bucephalus."
John shook his head.
"Sidney"s better for him," he said. "I wouldn"t trust Bucephalus."
"John, you"re a fool!" said Jasper, impatiently. "Gilbert isn"t a baby."