"Whereabouts are you going?"
"I have an aunt living about fifty miles away. I shall go there for the present."
"Well, I'm sorry you're going to leave Jackson. I mean I'm sorry I shan't see you any more. Can't you write to me now and then?"
"I would but for one thing," said John.
"What's that?"
"I am afraid the letters would be noticed by the postmaster, and put Mr. Huxter on the track. I don't want to have any more to do with him."
"There's something in that. I didn't think of it. At any rate I hope we'll meet again some time."
"So do I, David. You have been very kind to me, and I shall not forget it. I don't know what lies before me, but I shall keep up good courage, hoping that things will come out right in the end."
"That's the best way. But I am afraid I must bid you good-by here. I turn up that side road. I suppose you are going straight ahead."