Dear Frank:
The mirage lifts Long Point into view. Oooo. Come up and see the beautiful sight. I can’t promise a view to-morrow.
Truly,
Jehiel Towner.
That evening found Mr. Henry early in the presence of Mr. Towner, inquiring diligently as to the great natural phenomenon which had brought the land of the Canucks so distinctly to view.
“Yes, yes, it became visible last night about twelve o’clock, when Drury’s team came in from Girard bearing three fugitives. They are down in the ‘Retreat Himrod,’ and must be put across the lake in the shortest and safest possible manner, for parties in town are on the lookout for them, as all are liberally advertised. I believe you are just the man to undertake the transportation. Will you do it?”
“Are they to go from the ‘Retreat,’ as usual?”
“Not as usual. So close a watch is kept for them that it is thought best to send them off and have them shipped from some point along the beach.”
“There’s a big risk, Towner.”
“Yes, a chance to pay a thousand dollars and see the inside of the ‘Western’ without charge. But you know you are to have nothing to do with runaway niggers. I will just send you some ‘passengers’ to forward. Shall they be sent?”