“You know the man?”
“Yes, sir; quite well.”
“And you say he is on this train?”
“He got aboard the forward car just as we left Chester.”
“We will have to have him arrested.”
“I wish you would do so at the very next station, sir. I don’t want to go to Philadelphia.”
“We will stop at Flanders, two miles farther on. Come and identify the fellow.”
To this I agreed at once, and we started through the train. As we passed each seat I gave the different passengers a glance so as not to miss Mr. Norton on the way.
As I did so, one fellow in the second car impressed me strangely. He was a man about the build of my guardian, but he wore a smoking-cap and a heavy beard. I looked at him twice as we passed, and I noticed him start as I did so.
At last we reached the forward car, and here I felt sure that I would catch sight of Mr. Norton, but I was mistaken. He was nowhere to be seen.