Bernard posted himself at a point where he could watch the hotel. When he saw the departure of Septimus and his father he made his way back and rejoined Mr. Penrose.
“The coast is clear,” said his elder companion, with a smile. “Thanks to you I have had an interview with my old teacher.”
“Did he remember you?”
“No; and he seemed very touchy on the subject of his experiences in Illinois.”
“Do you think he will come after me again?”
“I don’t know, but he certainly appeared very desirous of getting you back. His son seemed to sympathize with him. Is he a friend of yours?”
“Septimus loves me like a brother,” laughed Bernard. “He was very anxious to have his father give me a horsewhipping. I shall feel glad to get a little farther away from Doncaster and Snowdon Institute.”
“We will go to-morrow morning. I should like to rest here one day.”
The two were seated on the piazza when Bernard, chancing to look up, exclaimed in alarm, “There’s Mr. Snowdon coming back. He is nearly here. There is another carriage behind.”
Mr. Penrose looked up quickly, and Bernard saw that he turned pale.