Mr.Wilks had what is called an expressive face, and he had worked his sandy eyebrows, his weak blue eyes, and large, tremulous mouth into such an expression of surprise at the finding of the Court, that he had all the appearance of a beholder of visions.

He changed the bag to his other hand as they left the town behind them, and regarded with gratitude the approaching end of his labours.
At the garden-gate of a fair-sized house some half-mile along the road the captain stopped, and after an impatient fumbling at the latch strode up the path, followed by Mr.Wilks, and knocked at the door.

As he paused on the step he half turned, and for the first time noticed the facial expression of his faithful follower.
"What the dickens are you looking like that for ?" he demanded.
"I've been surprised, sir," conceded Mr.Wilks; "surprised and astonished." Wrath blazed again in the captain's eyes and set lines in his forehead.
He was being pitied by a steward! "You've been drinking," he said, crisply; "put that bag down." "Arsking your pardon, sir," said the steward, twisting his unusually dry lips into a smile, "but I've 'ad no opportunity, sir--I've been follerin' you all day, sir." A servant opened the door.

"You've been soaking in it for a month," declared the captain as he entered the hall.

"Why the blazes don't you bring that bag in?
Are you so drunk you don't know what you are doing ?" Mr.Wilks picked the bag up and followed humbly into the house.