“Poplar Plains?”
“Yes.”
This suited Bernard very well. Poplar Plains was five miles away, and here there was a station on the nearest railroad.
He drove on, while his companion leaned back in the carriage and closed his eyes. Bernard took a side glance and noted his appearance.
He was a man with dark hair and eyes, and his complexion was also dark. He looked to be in good health but for the pallor occasioned by his present attack.
He roused up when they came within a mile of Poplar Plains.
“Are you feeling better?” asked Bernard.
“Yes; a little. You haven’t any hartshorn about you?”
“No, sir; but there is a drug store at the Plains. I can get some for you.”
“Do so.”