“If you choose to put it that way—yes,” said Tom.
“Oh, I am not sensitive as to my looks. By the way, you haven’t inquired my name.”
“What is it?”
“Davenport,” said the other significantly.
“Why,” said Tom starting, as for the first time light flashed upon him, “you are——”
“Hush!” said the other impetuously. “What I was is not to be breathed in this city. I am in peril till I leave it.”
“I never should have known you,” said Tom in a low voice. “Your disguise is complete. Even now when I know the truth, I cannot realize that it is to you I am speaking.”
“So much the better, for sharp eyes may be upon us. There are those who are interested in ferreting me out. But let that pass. Come with me to some place where we shall be safe from prying eyes and curious ears.”
Ten minutes brought them to such a place. They threw themselves down upon a grassy spot, and the captain proceeded.
“The next steamer starts on Saturday. We must take passage.”