Hawkins gave a great shout of laughter when he saw who it was and threw his arm around my neck, but I pushed him away and he nearly fell under the wheels.

My gorge rose at him! Yet to him I was shackled as tightly as ever a criminal was to his keeper! The thought of the remainder of that night and of the ensuing three days and nights sickens me even now.

In the early dawn we crossed the ferry with dozens of other produce-laden wagons and landed on the opposite side of the Sound, where we caught a local train for Hartford.

I had made no arrangements for communicating with Gottlieb, and was in utter ignorance of whether or not our escape had been discovered.

We sat in the smoking-car, Hawkins by this time ill and peevish.