"You'll have to beware of interviewers," said Tom. "You may be sure the newspaper men have got wind of you by this time."
"I don't know. Barracombe wouldn't say anything; I don't think Johnson in Constantinople would, and—"
"My dear fellow, don't make any mistake," said Captain Warren. "Nobody ever does say anything, but the newspaper men somehow or other know what you think about when you're abed and asleep."
"They must all be Irishmen, then."
"Or Americans. I wouldn't mind betting that they are getting up a reception for you at 'Frisco—"
"But they don't know I'm going there."
"No matter; the word has gone out to keep a watch for you, and every town in the States will be on the qui vive. I'm rather sorry for you when you come down for petrol; you won't get off so easily as you did on the way out."
"Of course you won't," said Tom. "I suppose you'll wire ahead for petrol to be held ready for you? That will give you away."
"No, I shall chance it. I can get petrol in any town in the States, and I won't risk delay by announcing myself."
"You had better have a good sleep before you start," said Underhill. "What time do you want to go?"