It was their carousals that gave an evil repute to such towns as Natchez.

But this particular river-man looked harmless.

"Carrington is my name, Miss Malroy," he added.
No more was said just then, for Betty became reserved and he did not attempt to resume the conversation.

A day later they rumbled into Washington, and as Betty descended from the coach, Carrington stepped to her side.
"I suppose you'll stop here, Miss Malroy ?" he said, indicating the tavern before which the stage had come to a stand.

"Yes," said Betty briefly.
"If I can be of any service to you--" he began, with just a touch of awkwardness in his manner.
"No, I thank you, Mr.Carrington," said Betty quickly.
"Good night...