“In Bayport, Massachusetts.”
“Very good. I will expect you in four days. There will be no harm in waiting that length of time.”
“Now,” said Guy to himself, joyfully, “I shall soon be at home.”
He engaged passage by the steamer Pilgrim of the Fall River Line, and started that night.
He found himself the next morning in New Bedford. Here he took a stage for Bayport.
His heart beat with excitement when he reached the borders of his native village. He realized the charms of home.
He had traveled many thousand miles by land and sea, he had seen London and Bombay, but neither of these cities seemed so attractive to him as the obscure town on the Massachusetts coast where he had passed his boyhood days.
The first person whom he saw when he descended from the stage was Noah Crane.
In fact, Noah had managed to be around when the stage arrived, in the hope of meeting Guy.
Guy was so pleased to see a familiar face that he forgot the old animosity between himself and the deacon’s son, and exclaimed, gladly: “How are you, Noah? It seems good to see an old friend!”