“You have managed well, it seems to me,” said Tom. “I don’t think there can be any danger, even if the lieutenant does suspect you.”
“I will tell you what I most fear,” said the other, in a low voice.
“What is that?”
“That he may follow me—that even now he may be in the city.”
Tom shook his head.
“I don’t believe there is any chance of it,” he said.
“So I hope,” said the captain. “But we will not stay too long together. It may excite suspicion.”
“When shall you engage passage?”
“This very day. I don’t know why it is, but I feel a feverish anxiety to get away. I am not inclined to be nervous, but I feel as if danger were hovering over me like a cloud, and likely at any time to burst and overwhelm me.”
“I never have any presentiments of evil,” said Tom. “I am always hopeful.”