A black man was holding the horses. It was my old friend "Zip."

I rode up, and without dismounting addressed myself to Scipio. Who were

they who had gone in?

I was hardly surprised at the answer. My conjecture was right. They

were men of the law,--the deputy sheriff of the _parish_ and his

assistant.

It was scarce necessary to inquire their _business_. I guessed that.

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