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 "When most decent people are thinking about going to sleep," the landlord answered humorously.

"Well," returned Mr. Jennison, looking back solicitously after the horse, "I've been near Morse's Farms for several days. I found I must drive over here to-night on some business. So on I came, Mr. Banger."

"You'll stop here, sir, till morning? I thought I heard you say—"

"Unfortunately, I can only rest here a half an hour, as you might have heard. I have promised to—to—give a friend of mine on the Point some important papers before to-morrow. He is expecting me. My horse is so blown that I find I must get there a little later than I like."

"The Point Road! That's six miles, at least! and you've driven twelve since you started, and in a hurry, too!"

"I know it. But it's a special matter, and I must get to that house some time this evening. My friend will sit up for me. Can you give me a good cigar, Mr. Banger? Sorry I can't stop."

Joe bustled off to the bar-room to fetch a