There is a crowd gathering around them, and this is one of the things he was to guard against, still he pays little attention to this fact, his mind is so bent upon accomplishing his object.
"Eagerly.

Once this night I have risked much to find my mother, and I am ready to do more." "Then follow me.

Better still, walk at my side, for I see ugly faces around.

You have made enemies, but I will stand between.

My garb is sacred, and they will respect it." "I am ready, lead on." What is this that plucks at his sleeve?
He half-turns impatiently, and looks into a face he ought to know full well, but which he now sees with something of annoyance.
"Ah! professor, is it you?
Sorry--in something of a hurry--" "Hold on; some one wants to see you." "Have to do later." "Don't say so, John.