“No, I am not. I can read faces, and I take yours to be an honest one.”
“Thank you, sir. I’ll promise not to run away.”
“What do you intend to do?” he went on. “I must get back to New York and get ready to go to Philadelphia first thing to-morrow morning.”
“You have spent a good deal of time on me, sir. I expect to go back to the mill.”
At that moment two men came up.
“They’ve found out that Norton started up the road to Hillsburg,” said one of the men. “I reckon he is going to try to make the midnight train if possible.”
“It’s a pity you can’t telegraph, and head him off,” said Mr. Markham.
“There are no wires through the Bend,” was the reply. “The place is behind in some things.”
I was silent. Was it true that Mr. Norton intended to shake the dust of the district from his feet for good?