Having sat in one position for over an hour he felt somewhat cramped, and so moved from one car to the next, just for the exercise.
He was passing through the second car when he came face to face with a gentleman who had once lived in Claster, but who had moved to Newark.
“How do you do, Frank?” said the gentleman, whose name was Robert Begoin. He was a lawyer and had once done a little legal business for Mr. Hardy.
“How are you, Mr. Begoin?” answered our hero, and paused. Then the lawyer held out his hand and they shook hands.
“Sit down. Going home, I suppose?”
“I am going to Bardon first.”
“Is that so? So am I. How are your folks these days, Frank?”
“Father is getting along as well as can be expected, sir.”
“Why, has he been sick?”
“No, sir, but he met with an accident,” and our hero related some of the particulars.