"I am sorry you had so much trouble. I wish I had known you were there."
"How did you get off?"
Bobby briefly related the story of his escape, and Mr. Bayard pronounced his skill worthy of his genius.
"Sam Ray is a good fellow; we will remember him," added the bookseller, when he had finished.
"I shall remember him; and only that I shall be afraid to go into the State of Maine after what has happened, I should pay him a visit one of these days."
"There you are wrong. Those who know your story would sooner think of giving you a public reception, than of saying or doing any thing to injure your feelings. Those who have suffered unjustly are always lionized."
"But no one will know my story, only that I was sent to prison for stealing."
"There you are mistaken again. We put articles in all the principal papers, stating the facts in the case, and establishing your innocence beyond a peradventure. Go to Augusta now, Bobby, and you will be a lion."
"I am sure I had no idea of getting out of the scrape so easily as this."
"Innocence shall triumph, my young friend."