“I'll see about it,” I said.
“There's a big rain coming on, sure,” he said warningly, as we turned back to the hotel.
It was a little after one o'clock, but as we approached our quarters Lockhart came running toward me.
“What is it?” I asked, as he panted, out of breath.
“There's a special train just come in,” he said; “an engine and one car. It's at the station now.”
“So? Did any of our friends come on it?”
“Abrams has gone down to find out.”
“Come along then,” said I. “We'll see what is to be seen.”
“Don't!” cried Fitzhugh, catching my arm. “They might get you.”
“Nonsense,” said I, shaking off his grasp. “Have your revolver ready, and follow me.”