He laid his coat on the back of a chair, and putting out the gas, stretched himself on the bed. He had not thought himself sleepy, but a recumbent position brought on a drowsy feeling, and before he was well aware of it he had sunk to sleep. But his slumber was not as sound or restful as the train boy's. From time to time he uttered ejaculations, as if he were terror-stricken, and once he waked up with a cold perspiration on his brow. It took a minute for him to realize his position. "What a fool I am!" he muttered in disgust. "I thought the police had nabbed me, but all's safe so far. If I could only get a little more sleep--as sound and peaceful as that boy is enjoying--I should wake revived in the morning. There is no reason why I shouldn't. They can't have got on my track so soon." He closed his eyes, and succeeded in dispelling the uneasy feeling which sprang from the consciousness of having exposed himself to the danger of arrest. It was now three o'clock. In fifteen minutes he was sleeping again, and this time his slumbers were less disturbed and uneasy. He awoke suddenly to find the sun streaming into the room. "It must be late!" he thought, a little nervously. But on examining his watch he found that it was only six o'clock. "I may as well get up," he said to himself. "I shall be safer on the Canada side. I don't want to wake the boy, for he might be tempted to get up with me. Besides, if he opened his bundle, the sight of the watch might arouse his suspicions, and get me into trouble. Fortunately I did not undress, and can be up and away in two minutes." He put on his coat, and descended to the office. "You are down early," said the clerk in some surprise. "Yes. I want to see the Falls and take an early train West. How much is my bill?" He was told, and laid the money on the desk. "The boy with you remains?" "Yes, I suppose so. The boy is no acquaintance of mine. I only met him on the train. There is something about that boy that excites my curiosity," he added thoughtfully. "Such as what?" asked the clerk, his curiosity aroused. "He seems to have something on his mind. His sleep was very much disturbed. He moved about a good deal, and muttered frequently, but I could not make out any words." "Perhaps he has run away from home," suggested the clerk. The stranger shrugged his shoulders. "He may have had good reasons for running away," he said. "However, that is none of my business. I suppose you missed nothing during the night." "No. Good morning." The stranger went out, directing his steps toward the Falls. An hour later a quiet-looking man entered the office. "Good morning, Mr. Ferguson," said the clerk. "What brings you here so early?" "Business," answered the other briefly. "Did you have any late arrivals last evening?" "Yes; two." "Who were they?" "A man and boy." "Are they here still?"