A coach took him to Princeton, ten miles nearer.
Here, just at dusk, he entered a little store to purchase something to eat, and was emerging a minute later, when he started and then stood dumbfounded.
A man walking briskly had stopped as abruptly as himself.
“Will Bertram!” cried the man, wildly. “What does this mean? How came you here?”
It was Captain Stephen Morris!
CHAPTER XXXII.
NEW PERILS.
The street was dark and deserted except where the two persons so strangely met stood staring at each other.
Will’s first impulse was to fly under the influence of the old terror he felt of Captain Morris.
The latter, however, recovering partly from his surprise, suddenly seized him by the arm.