"I think you told me once you admired his spirit?"
"I admire him very much."
"And if he calls to-morrow I must say no more than I have said to-day?"
"Say what you like so long as you keep my name out of it."
"And you don't want to see him? And you wouldn't for the world that he should know you are alive in New York City?"
"For the present at any rate."
"I think I understand," he said, gravely, but a smile twinkled in the corner of his eye.
Meanwhile Rufus was busy reading through once more the papers he had obtained from his grandfather. He folded them up at length and replaced them in his portmanteau.
"It's not a bit of use waiting here," he said to himself. "That old lawyer knows no more about it than I do. I'll go westward to-night."
The next morning found him in the busy town of Pittsburg, where he spent a couple of days making inquiries; then he pressed forward again until he reached Reboth, on the borders of Ohio.