"Where is this thing to end?" demanded Peppers in a disgusted tone of voice.
"Somewhere up in Canada, I guess," replied Pearl. "I don't believe it will end before we get there, and I think we shall be over the line some time to-night."
"Then you intend to take us into Canada, Hawlinshed?"
"Yes: unless we can make some better arrangement. If you prefer to land at some point on Grand Island, I think we could fix it so as to accommodate you."
"How can we fix it?" asked Peppers rather anxiously.
"I have been thinking the matter over, and I believe I have a plan by which I might safely oblige you," said Pearl. "I have concluded not to go back to Plattsburgh: in fact, I don't believe I should be comfortable and happy there."
"I don't believe you would," added the officer significantly. "We should be apt to make it warm for you."
"Why so, Peppers? You and I have always been good friends, and we never quarrelled. Why should we now?"
"We shouldn't, and I don't intend to quarrel with you. But in my private opinion you will spend the greater part of the rest of your days within the stone walls."
"I don't intend to do any thing of the sort; and I don't believe I shall, if I only take good care of you while I have you as a passenger."