"No matter now; it may help your memory."
It was a little roll of wet paper, and I thrust it into my pocket as I drove into the yard.
CHAPTER VII.
AFTER MIDNIGHT.
Although it was after eleven o'clock, Captain Fishley and his wife were still up, waiting for the arrival of the distinguished guest.
"Now, remember," said Squire Fishley, as I drove into the yard, and the captain came out at the back door.
"Don't be at all afraid of me," I replied.
"How are you, Moses?" exclaimed Captain Fishley, as, by the light of the lantern he carried in his hand, he saw that his brother had arrived.
"Pretty well, I thank you; but very wet and cold," answered the squire, shivering.
"Well, I am glad to see you," added the postmaster, as he took the hand of the guest and helped him out of the wagon.