But Longears hesitated--looking with the most profound astonishment at his master.
"He don't know me!" said the young man, laughing; "I don't think he'll hunt if I wear these, sir." But Mr.Rushton had retired, and Verty only heard a door slam.
He rose.
"I'm going to see Redbud, Mr.Roundjacket," he said, "and I think she'll like my dress--good-bye." Roundjacket only replied by flourishing his ruler.
Verty put on his cocked hat, admired himself for an instant in the mirror over the fire-place, and went out humming his eternal Indian song.

Five minutes afterwards he was on his way to see Redbud, followed dubiously by Longears, who evidently had not made up his mind on the subject of his master's identity.
In order to explain the reception which Verty met with, it will be necessary to precede him..