“I see. Well, I think I shall know them.”
“Perhaps not. They often adopt disguises.”
“They won’t come as Quakers?”
“That is hardly likely. I can give you one help. However they may be dressed their eyes will betray them. They have flashing black ones, and sharp, aquiline noses.”
“I’ll know them,” said Luke confidently.
“I observe that you have a boy with you?”
“Yes.”
“Is he your son?”
“No; I wish he were. I’d be proud to have such a son as that.”
“Perhaps we can use him. The bank messenger—a young man—is sick, and he can take his place temporarily.”