"I can't help it; I must go. As for the distance, it is not many miles from my home."
Mr. Harrison mused for a moment.
"I have an idea of going along with you," he said at length.
"Going along with me!" I repeated, astonished by his offer.
"Yes; I intended to take a trip to New York, on special business next week, but I can go to-day instead. You no doubt need help, and I want to give it to you."
"You are very kind," I replied.
"I would like to see you and your family get your rights," he went on. "I wonder when the next train leaves."
"I'll find out at the ticket office," I replied.
I walked over to the box, and at the window learned that the next train would not start for two hours and a half.
"That will give me time to go home, pack my valise, and arrange my affairs," said Mr. Harrison. "Come, you can go with me, and we can dine together."