he left his horse

    We must now follow the messenger who had gone to Oreville with a letter from Rodney's captors.     As instructed, he left his horse, or rather Rodney's, tethered at some distance from the settlement and proceeded on foot to the Miners' Rest. His strange appearance excited attention and curiosity. Both these feelings would have been magnified had it been known on what errand he came.     "Where can I find Mr. Jefferson Pettigrew?" he asked of a man whom he saw on the veranda.     "At the Griffin Mine," answered the other, removing the pipe from his mouth.     "Where is that?"     "Over yonder. Are you a miner?"     "No. I know nothing about mines."     "Then why do you want to see Jefferson? I thought you might want a chance to work in the mine."     "No; I have other business with him -- business of importance," added the black dwarf emphatically.     "If that is the case I'll take you to him. I am always glad to be of service to Jefferson."     "Thank you. He will thank you, too."     The man walked along with a long, swinging gait which made it difficult for Caesar to keep up with him.     "So you have business with Jefferson?" said the man with the pipe, whose curiosity had been excited.     "Yes."     "Of what sort?"     "I will tell him," answered Caesar shortly.     "So its private, is it?"     "Yes. If he wants to tell you he will."     "That's fair. Well, come along! Am I walking too fast for you?"     "Your legs are much longer than mine."