“Very well, sir,” said Herbert.

It occurred to him that now they would get rid of the man who was watching them so closely.

“If he gets out of the train with us,” he thought, “I shall know what it means.”

The train slackened its speed, the sound of the whistle was heard, the brakes were applied, and soon the conductor, putting his head in at the door, called out “Oakland!”

“Here we are,” said Herbert.  “Give me your hand, Mr. Carroll, and I will lead you out.”

The old gentleman rose from his seat, and, guided by Herbert, walked to the car door.  At the door Herbert turned and looked back.

The man with the black whiskers, who a moment before seemed absorbed in a newspaper, had left his seat, and was but a few feet behind him.

Herbert did not believe that this was an accident.  He felt sure that it meant mischief.  But he did not on that account feel nervous, or regret that he had assumed a charge which seemed likely to expose him to peril.  He had the pistol in his pocket, and that he knew would make him even with the rascal who was following them.

There was a covered carriage waiting outside to convey passengers to the only hotel which the village afforded.

“Shall we take the carriage, Mr. Carroll?” asked Herbert.

“Yes,” was the reply.

Herbert assisted him in, and placed himself in a seat opposite.

There were two or three other passengers, but the man with the black whiskers was not to be seen among them.

“I may be mistaken,” thought Herbert, who had rather expected to see him.  “Perhaps he lives here, and I have been alarming myself without reason.  Still, it is always best to be on one’s guard.”

A ride of half a mile brought them to a small but comfortable-looking inn.  Herbert assisted Mr. Carroll to descend, and together they entered the house of entertainment.

“We shall want some supper.  Herbert,” said Mr. Carroll.  “You may order some.”

“What shall I order, sir?”

“I should like some tea and toast and some beef-steak.  If there is anything that you would prefer, you may order that also.”

“No, sir, I should not wish anything better than you have ordered.”

“Tell them to get it ready as soon as possible.  I feel weary with my day’s ride, and shall retire early.”

“I feel tired, too.” thought Herbert, “but it won’t do for me to sleep.  I must keep my eyes open, if possible.”

Supper was soon served.  The toast was well browned, and spread with excellent butter.  The steak was juicy and tender, contrary to the usual custom of country inns, and the tea was fragrant and strong.  Both the travelers partook heartily, having eaten nothing since noon, with the exception of a little fruit purchased from the car window at one of the stations.  Herbert was not usually in the habit of drinking tea at night, but on this particular occasion he wanted to keep awake, and therefore drank two cups, of undiminished strength.