"These are times when men travel upon anxious journeys.

I go upon one myself, but since we are in Tennessee, well south of the Mason and Dixon line, I make no secret of it.

I am Leonidas Talbot, of South Carolina, until a week ago a colonel in the American army, but now bound for my home in Charleston.
You boarded this train at a station in Kentucky, either the nearest or among the nearest to Pendleton.

A resemblance, real or fancied, has caused me to notice you closely." The man was looking at him with frank blue eyes set well apart, and Harry saw no need of concealing his identity.
"My name is Kenton, Henry Kenton--though people generally call me Harry--and I live at Pendleton in Kentucky," he replied.
Now the smile of Leonidas Talbot, late colonel U.S.A., became rarely sweet.
"I should have guessed it," he said.

"The place where you joined us and the strong resemblance should have made me know.