"Where shall I search?"
"Ah, where?"
"You don't seem to be well, friend," remarked a fellow-traveler, observing the startled and restless manner of Mr. Tompkins.
"Yes, I am well; that is—no, I am not; I am somewhat wearied," Mr. Tompkins answered.
"So are we all," rejoined the passenger. "This journey has been enough to wear out men of iron, and the prospects for the night are far from cheering."
"I had expected to reach home to-night," said the planter, "but I shall fail by a good dozen miles."
"You live in this State?"
"Yes, sir," answered Mr. Tompkins, settling himself in his corner.
The gentleman, evidently a Southern man, seeing that Mr. Tompkins was indisposed to carry on any further conversation, relapsed into silence. With another effort Mr. Tompkins conquered the stupor which, with all its fantastic concomitants, was once more overcoming him, and sat bolt upright in his seat.