After counting the money. I asked the young man if he thought his associate in the dispensary of justice held out enough. He didn't know as to that, and was evidently too badly scared to venture a suggestion.
"Get into the buggy," I said; "I want to talk with you a bit."
"It's rather late and I'd prefer to go home," remarked the young man.
His countenance bespoke the truth of his utterance, and thinking that it would be probably unjust to harass him further, and as he was really not to blame and not the one I wanted to talk to anyway, I allowed that he was right and suggested that home would be the best place for him.
I did not hesitate to discuss matters further, but jumped into the buggy and drove in the direction of the livery stable. Reaching a point within a few blocks from the place, I turned the horse over to a boy to return for me. as 1 did not care to linger any longer than was absolutely necessary. Noting that the rig was safely delivered, I boarded a street car for Worcester and barely caught the train for New York.
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