"The ticket agent is away. You will have to buy one on board the train."
"Very well, sir."
They went into the small depot and waited till the train arrived. Then Mrs. Kenyon bade a hurried good-by to Nancy, pressed another piece of gold into her not unwilling hand, and was quickly on her way.
As the train started she breathed a sigh of relief.
"At last I feel that I am free!" she said to herself. "But where am I going and what is to be my future life?"
They were questions which she could not answer. The future must decide.
Nancy bent her steps toward her humble home, congratulating herself on the success with which their mutual plans had been carried out.
"I wonder how Miss Clopatry is gettin' along," she reflected.
We can answer that question.
Dr. Fox, on his way back, thought he would again visit Nancy's cottage. The two refugees might possibly be in the neighborhood, although he no longer suspected Nancy's connivance with them. He was destined to be gratified and at the same time disappointed.