I was up in town, and here and there.

One evening as I came back from town I saw a nasty-looking Jew arrive.

The little postmaster met him, and they went away together.

He was in the scoundrel's hands; had been betting, and had borrowed first from the Jew, then from the Government.

The next evening I was just starting down to have a talk with him, when an official came to my grandfather to swear out a warrant.