The emotions of the latter may be imagined better than described. He watched the new-comer spell-bound.
But Mr. Geoffrey Haywood seemed to be occupied with affairs of his own. He dropped into the first seat that presented itself, and, looking neither to the right nor the left, buried himself in meditation.
And after the cars had started again, and were fairly under weigh, it became apparent that the presence of Carlos was in the furthest degree remote from his thoughts.
With intense relief, Carlos furtively watched his further movements.
Mr. Haywood’s journey was not a long one. He got off at the next stopping-place, still preserving his pre-occupied air. Carlos marveled greatly at his action. What could be the object of this short journey at such a time of night? He could devise no solution to the query, and so, endeavoring to dismiss the subject from his mind, he congratulated himself on the fact that his greatest danger was now past.
The journey to New York was accomplished without furtherincident. At the junction, where the change was made, there was the usual bustle and hurry, but no one was as yet on the track of the escaped prisoner. About seven o’clock in the morning the train reached the city.
Immediately on alighting, Carlos astonished a vociferating hackman by promptly accepting his tender of a conveyance.
“I want you to take me, as quickly as possible, to Duncan & Mishler’s, No. —— Broadway. Start immediately, without waiting for any other passengers, and your pay shall be five dollars.”
“Yes, sir,” responded the hackman, with alacrity. He sprang to his seat, while Carlos drew back in the carriage, concealing himself as well as possible from the observation of outsiders.
In obedience to a word and a crack of the whip, the horses sprang forward, and rattled through the noisy streets at a good pace.