The matter was talked over for several minutes, and at last it was decided that the swindler, Frank, and the planter, should get off at the next station, which was Greensboro. A brief stop was made at a small crossing, where there was a telegraph office, and a message was sent to the Greensboro police to be on hand when the train arrived.
“Just wait; I’ll even up with you, some day, young man,” said Gabe Flecker to Frank, when he saw that further resistance for the time being was useless.
“I am not afraid of you, Flecker.”
“How did you happen to be on this train?”
“That is my business.”
“Were you following me?”
“Perhaps I was.”
“If you were, I don’t see why you didn’t have me arrested between New York and Philadelphia.”
“Let me ask a question. How did you happen to go south?”
“That is my business.”