The stubble on his chin and cheeks began to irritate him intensely, but he could not rid himself of the idea that a barber's chair would be inviting danger.

He was now tolerably certain that from one end of the continent to the other his presence was known.

His life and his property, they would be after both.
Even now there might be men in this strange town seeking him.

The closer he got to New York, the more active and wide-awake they would become.
He walked the streets, his glance constantly roving.

But apparently no one paid the least attention to him.