Many men read their papers in silence and took no part whatever in the conversation, but Vincent could see from the angry glances which they shot at the speakers that the sentiments uttered were distasteful to them.

He himself had scarcely spoken during the whole journey.

He had for some time devoted himself to the newspaper, and had then purchased a book from the newsboy who perambulated the cars.

Presently a rough-looking man, who had been among the wildest and most violent in his denunciation of the South, said, looking at Vincent: "I see by the papers to-day that one of the cursed rebel officers who gave them the slip at Elmira is traveling in the disguise of a minister.
I guess it's mighty unpleasant to know that even if you meet a parson in a train, like as not he is a rebel in disguise.

Now, mister, may I ask where you have come from and where you are going to ?" "You may ask what you like," Vincent said quietly; "but I am certainly not going to answer impertinent questions." A hum of approval was heard from several of the passengers.
"If you hadn't got that black coat on," the man said angrily, "I would put you off the car in no time." "Black coat or no black coat," Vincent said, "you may find it more difficult than you think.