"Perhaps you are the better guesser," I admitted. "It will depend on his opportunities."
We had come among the hackmen at the other end of Portsmouth Square, and I picked out one with courage in his face and a good span of horses to his hack.
"This will do, I think," I said.
"Very good," replied Mr. Baldwin, stepping into the hack. "Have you arranged any plan of proceeding? I suppose you know the condition of affairs better than I." This last an evident apology for deferring to my judgment.
"Yes," said I, as we lurched around the corner and rolled up Washington Street. "You had better remain with the hack across the street and a door or two from Big Sam's. I shall run up-stairs and tell him our plans. If he approves of them we will bring the girl down, bundle her into the hack and get her out of here as quick as the fates will let us."
"You are certain you would not like company when you go up the stairs to see Big Sam?" inquired Mr. Baldwin carelessly.
"I don't think it necessary," I replied.
"Are you armed?" he asked.
"I have a revolver."
"Very good. I have nothing but a penknife. It is hardly customary to carry firearms when making a social call."