Pardon me, sir; may I occupy a portion of this seat?He looked up; a tall, very respectable looking lady was standing in the aisle, and he saw in an instant that she was the person who had addressed him. “Certainly, madam, certainly ;” he replied; and quickly made room for her. She sat down beside him, and then, to his great surprise, she began to talk to him in a low, earnest tone, without once turning her face toward him. “You are going to Humboldt?” she inquired. “I am,” he answered, surprised at the question. “You are a Northern man?” “Madam!” A suspicion flashed, lightning-like, across his mind. “ Believe me, I am not an enemy,” the lady went
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The conductor recommended him to a good house convenient to the depot, and thanking him for the information, Webster turned away.
He had spoken in a tone that he knew must have been distinctly heard by his enemies, and he hoped this bit of stratagem would have the desired effect.
He boarded the train for Humboldt, and the brace of shadows promptly followed him, taking seats in the same car.
While the train was speeding on its way, Webster was aroused from a reverie by the voice of a woman saying:
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