I know I saw the fellow once, and at the Golden Lion
he registered as Mr. Brown."
"Exactly."
After a little more questioning, the peddler assured August that it was
time to turn in.
"You needn't be scared. Tige'll watch out for tramps or other enemies to
honest men."
"I would like to reach home."
"You can't to-night. Twon't be long till morning. Wait, and I will go
with you."
After a little reflection the young engineer consented to this plan, but
he found it impossible to sleep for some time in his damp clothing.
The peddler walked into the shadows, and August saw no more of him until
the dawn of day, when Tige uttered a glad bark and darted into the bushes
to greet his returning master.
August sat up, yet damp and uncomfortable, with an intense, burning fever
in his veins.
"How far is it to the city?" he questioned.
"Four miles."
The young man staggered to his feet, but sank as quickly.
"You are ill, young feller?"
"I--I fear so," groaned August. "I don't believe it will be possible for
me to walk home."
"Of course it won't."
"What shall I do? Can you procure a horse--"
"I can.
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