There were two or three other passengers, but the man with the black whiskers was not to be seen among them.
“I may be mistaken,” thought Herbert, who had rather expected to see him. “Perhaps he lives here, and I have been alarming myself without reason. Still, it is always best to be on one's guard.”
A ride of half a mile brought them to a small but comfortable-looking inn. Herbert assisted Mr. Carroll to descend, and together they entered the house of entertainment.
“We shall want some supper. Herbert,” said Mr. Carroll. “You may order some.”
“What shall I order, sir?”
“I should like some tea and toast and some beef-steak. If there is anything that you would prefer, you may order that also.”
“No, sir, I should not wish anything better than you have ordered.”
“Tell them to get it ready as soon as possible. I feel weary with my day's ride, and shall retire early.”
“I feel tired, too.” thought Herbert, “but it won't do for me to sleep. I must keep my eyes open, if possible.”
Supper was soon served. The toast was well browned, and spread with excellent butter. The steak was juicy and tender, contrary to the usual custom of country inns, and the tea was fragrant and strong. Both the travelers partook heartily, having eaten nothing since noon, with the exception of a little fruit purchased from the car window at one of the stations. Herbert was not usually in the habit of drinking tea at night, but on this particular occasion he wanted to keep awake, and therefore drank two cups, of undiminished strength.