"We were brought
up together, and we have shared our tents and kettles. I recommend
Pythias to you as a brave gentleman." Then he came to me. "You are a
brave fellow, Jack," grasping my hand. "Good luck to you. I had an
idea; it has returned. Now, then, innkeeper, come with me."
"With you, and where?" asked the innkeeper. If there was one thing for
which he could not account, it was the presence of Hillars at the inn.
"Never mind where, but come," answered Hillars, gayly. He bent and
whispered something into the old fellow's ear. It was something which
pleased him, for he screwed his lips into a smile, and took the white
hand of the whisperer in his brawny fist and nigh crushed it.
"Well, well! it doesn't matter where you came from. Here, you," to the
trio behind him, "go back to the stables." They filed out. Then the
innkeeper took Hillars by the arm. "Come along; time passes."
"And where are you going?" I asked anxiously. Hillars should not have
passed from my sight but for Gretchen.
"We'll be back shortly," he answered. "You will know all about then,
my son.
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