Having dined at Decantelon’s, we reached Lynch’s by dark, where we supped and passed the night, and next day, after breakfasting at Magee’s, arrived at Newcastle by nine in the morning. Seeing a boy, my friend inquired:
“Boy, when does the stage leave that runs to Newcastle?”
“A’most any time; one has gone, but there will be another going in an hour or two.”
“Where does it start from? We must inquire for ourselves, I see.”
“Oh, anywhere round the streets; up one street and down another.”
“Now that cannot be,” continued my friend sternly; “it must start from some place, and we do not wish to miss it.”
“Well, it will be along; it goes all around.”
“It has to cross that ferry, I believe,” said my friend, almost savagely.
“Yes,” said the boy.
“We will wait there where it cannot miss us.”