They were conveyed to the Albion Hotel, and a small room was assigned to Bernard, adjoining the larger one occupied by Professor Puffer.
“Good-by, Jack,” said Bernard, grasping the honest sailor’s hand warmly. “You have been a good friend to me. But for you I wouldn’t have lived to reach Liverpool.”
“How long are you going to stay with the professor?” asked Jack.
“Not long.”
“That’s right, lad. You can’t trust him. He’s a snake in the grass.”
“I have the same opinion of him that you have, Jack. I won’t trust him, and I shall leave him very soon. But I want a little time to think about my plans.”
“God bless you, lad! If you ever get into trouble, think of Jack Staples.”
“I will, Jack;” and so the two friends parted.