"  Have  I ! — did  I  come  six  thousand  miles  in  search  of  you?  Oh
dear,  oh  dear.  I  can  scarcely  think  it  all  over,  even  now.  But  still
there  may  be  nothing  done  if  he  isn't  here."

"  What  do  you  mean?"  said  Rica,  impatiently.
"Mr.  Roland  Cashel ;  Roland  Cashel,  Esq.,  I  should  call  him
now.  Sir."

"  That's  my  name !"  said  the  youth,  forcing  his  way  through  the
crowd,  and  standing  in  front  of  the  traveller.
The  little  man  put  his  hand  into  a  breast-pocket,  and  drew  out  a  little
book,  opening  which  he  began  to  read,  comparing  the  detail  as  he  went
on,  with  the  object  before  him.
*'  Six  foot  and  an  inch  in  height,  at  least,  olive  brown  complexion,
dark  eyes  and  hair,  straight  nose,  short  upper  lip,  frowns  slightly  when
he  speaks  ; — just  talk  a  little,  will  you?"

Cashel  could  not  help  smiling  at  the  request  when  the  other  added,
*'  shows  his  teeth  greatly  when  he  laughs."

"  Am  I  a  runaway  negro  from  New  Orleans  that  you  have  taken  my
portrait  so  accurately,  Sir  ?"

"  Got  that  at  Demerara,"  said  the  little  man,  putting  up  the  book,
*•  and  must  say  it  was  very  near  indeed  !"

"  I  have  been  at  Demerara,"  said  Cashel,  hoping  by  the  admiss'on  to
obtain  some  further  insiarht  into  the  traveller's  intentions.
"  I  know  that,"  said  the  little  man.  "  I  tracked  you  thence  to  St.
