Argosy, Vol. 1 (December 9, 1882) — page 170: what you’re looking at

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THE HERMIT’S SECRET. 163 “ No matter for that; } can tell you all about it,” replied Westlawn, glanc- ing at Phil, as though he understood that he must be careful what he said in the presence of a stranger. He glanced at the captain of the Hebe, and then did more than that, for he fixed his gaze upon him, and suspended his operations, as though something about the young man had attracted his attention. “You did not introduce your friend, Cavan,” he added, turning to the agent. “ My name is Philip Greenway; or, at least, that is the name by which I am known at the lake; and I am the captain of the steamer Hebe, though it is mo great thing of a steamer,” interposed Phil, afraid that the agent would men- tion his real name. “ That is it, Captain Greenway,” added Cavan. ‘“ But hurry up, or we shall lose the freight train on which we are to travel. If you don’t like the accommodations, Westlawn, you must wait till seven in the morning for a passenger train.” ‘What is good enough for you is good enough for me, Cavan,” said the guest, as he put on his coat. “ It seems to me just as though I had seen this young man somewhere, though I can’t tell where.” “He has lived in St. Paul for seven years at least, and very likely you have seen him there.” “That is not possible, since I never was here before in my life.” But it was time to go, and there was no time to say anything more; and in a few minutes they were in the caboose of the freight train on their way to their destination. There were several other persons in the car, and they had no opportunity to talk about the business of the gentteman from Chicago. At three o’clock in the morning they arrived at Excelsior, and went on board of the Hebe. They were not expected by the engineer, and it took some minutes to wake him and induce him to unlock the door of the forward cabin, ‘Get up steam just as quick as you possibly can, Bashy,” said the captain, as soon as he got a sight of his faithful assistant, who was as much surprised at the appearance on board of the trio from St. Paul as though they had dropped down from the sky through the hurricane deck. “ What is up now, Captain Greenway?” stammered Bashy. “No time for a word now! Get up steam, and then we can talk,” said the captain, more sharply than he was accustomed to address the engineer. Phil took the door of the after cabin, opened it and lighted the lamps, and the gentleman from Chicago admitted that no room in the Ryan could be bet- ter for their purpose. In less than an hour, and while it was hardly daylight, the Hebe was off the Hermitage, neither of the Lurglars being in sight. CHAPTER XXXIX—THE First OPERATION OF THE FLANK MOVEMENT. Mr. Cavan and his friend from Chicago remained in the after cabin on the passage from Excelsior to Halsted’s Bay, and it had not been decided what GOH GoOOO P ‘SS COLNT