"It's nothing. I shall be right in a few days," murmured Carter.
George noticed that he was pale, however, and that during the last half-hour or so he leaned heavily on his arm.
"Courage; I know of just the place," he said.
"We won't be left quietly here very long," responded Carter. "Howe has us on the hip, I fear me. Let me sit down on this step a minute."
"Mr. Frothingham! Mr. Frothingham!" called a voice just at this juncture.
George looked around. There stood Mrs. Mack.
"Thank Dame Fortune," said George to his companion, "here's my old landlady; she will look after us, I'll warrant."
He stepped over to where the honest woman stood. She spoke before he had time to say a word.
"I hev somethin' fer ye to the house, sir," she said; "and shure you lift a foine suit of clothes."
George's heart bounded. He needed clothes badly enough, but had no recollection of having left anything but an old worn coat.