Again warning Stanton not to reveal his identity, I met and satisfied the guardians of the peace as to who I was.
They offered to accompany me to the station with my prisoner.
I declined their proffered services.
Having been assured that I considered all danger past, they saluted and returned to their respective beats, and I resumed my course with my prisoner.
Stanton was very chopfallen.
I had nipped his scheme of rescue in the bud, and he knew that he was now in for it. His action, he felt sure, would kill all sympathy I might have previously had for him.
Since his plan had failed, he knew it would have been better for him had he never attempted to put it into execution.
I kept silence.
And Stanton never said a word.
I reached the place at last where I wanted to keep him in confinement.