Looks interesting, doesn't it ?" he said, drawing his glove on again.
"I declare, my very blood runs cold when I think of it,--your condition and your risks!" said Mr.Wilson.
"Mine has run cold a good many years, Mr.Wilson; at present, it's about up to the boiling point," said George.
"Well, my good sir," continued George, after a few moments' silence, "I saw you knew me; I thought I'd just have this talk with you, lest your surprised looks should bring me out.

I leave early tomorrow morning, before daylight; by tomorrow night I hope to sleep safe in Ohio.

I shall travel by daylight, stop at the best hotels, go to the dinner-tables with the lords of the land.

So, good-by, sir; if you hear that I'm taken, you may know that I'm dead!" George stood up like a rock, and put out his hand with the air of a prince.

The friendly little old man shook it heartily, and after a little shower of caution, he took his umbrella, and fumbled his way out of the room.
George stood thoughtfully looking at the door, as the old man closed it.
A thought seemed to flash across his mind.