“I suppose you could get a man from the hotel to drive it back—by paying him, of course.”
“That is a good suggestion. I would ask you to take it back, but it might lead to your being captured by Mr. Snowdon.”
“Yes, sir; that would be my only objection.”
“Very well! Go down-stairs and see what arrangement you can make.”
Going down-stairs Bernard had the good luck to find a young man from Doncaster, Freedom Wentworth, who was about to start back.
“Hello, Bernard!” exclaimed the young man, in surprise. “When did you come here?”
“Half an hour ago. I say, Freed, when do you go back to Doncaster?”
“I am just starting back. I wish I could meet somebody going that way, as I don’t like the idea of walking.”
“I can fix you out. There is a gentleman up-stairs who wants to send back a buggy to Brooks’ stable. If you will take charge of it he will pay you for your trouble.”
“I’m in luck. Tell him I shall be very glad to oblige him.”