“You took the liberty, did you? Well, let me tell you, sir, it is a liberty you will bitterly regret.”
“I am sorry to hear you say that, sir,” replied John humbly.
“The liberty! Curse it, sir! you have disarranged all my plans. There are three men in Tobasco whom it is imperative I should meet this forenoon before the convention opens.”
“Quite so, sir. I had them telegraphed to take the Midnight and meet you at Portandit instead. They’ll be waiting for you when you get in, sir.”
“The devil you did!” gasped Rockervelt, sinking back in his chair.
“You see, sir, it’s an uneasy conference you would have had on that rocky road to Dublin, the T. and P. A long forenoon’s ride, sir, with a line as rough as a rail fence. It would be like coming down the Soo Rapids, only you wouldn’t travel so quickly. You are too good a railroad man, sir, not to hate a day journey, and I counted on that.”
“It’s a minor matter, but you happen to be right.”
“I have a carriage waiting for you, sir. You can drive to your hotel at your ease, hold the conference in your room, and drop in to the convention whenever it pleases you, sir.”
“Have you also arranged my return to New York, Mr. Steele? By what route do you intend to send me back?” John laughed that cheerful, infectious laugh of his. He realised that the danger point was passed.
“I hope you will get safe back to New York whatever route you take, sir.”