Pinney drew a long, anxious breath. "Well," he said, with a sort of desperation, "then I don't see why we don't start at once." "Have you got your papers all right?" Northwick asked. "Yes," said Pinney, with a blush. "But you know," he added, respectfully, "I can't touch you till we get over the line, Mr. Northwick." "I understand that. Let me see your warrant." Pinney reluctantly produced the paper, and Northwick read it carefully over. He folded it up with a deep sigh, and took a long stiff envelope from his breast-pocket, and handed it to Pinney, with the warrant. "Here is the money I brought with me." "Mr. Northwick! It isn't necessary yet! Indeed it isn't. I've every confidence in your honor as a gentleman." Pinney's eyes glowed with joy, and his fingers closed upon the envelope convulsively. "But if you mean business--" "I mean business," said Northwick. "Count it." Pinney took the notes out and ran them over. "Forty-one thousand six hundred and forty." "That is right," said Northwick. "Now, another matter. Have you got handcuffs?" "Why, Mr. Northwick! What are you giving me?" demanded Pinney. "I'd as soon put them on my own father." "I want you to put them on _me_," said Northwick. "I intend to go back as your prisoner. If I have anything to expiate"--and he seemed to indulge a question of the fact for the last time--"I want the atonement to begin as soon as possible. If you haven't brought those things with you, you'd better go out to the police station and get them, while I attend to the tickets." "Oh, I needn't go," said Pinney, and his face burned. He was full of nervous trepidation at the start, and throughout the journey he was anxious and perturbed, while on Northwick, after the first excitement, a deep quiet, a stupor, or a spiritual peace, seemed to have fallen. "By George!" said Pinney, when they started, "anybody to see us would think _you_ were taking _me_ back." He was tenderly watchful of Northwick's comfort; he left him free to come and go at the stations; from the restaurants he bought him things to tempt his appetite; but Northwick said he did not care to eat. They had a long night in a day-car, for they found there was no sleeper on their train. In the morning, when the day broke, Northwick asked Pinney what the next station was. Pinney said he did not know. He looked at Northwick as if the possession of him gave him very little pleasure, and asked him how he had slept. "I haven't slept," said Northwick. "I suppose I'm rather excited. My nerves seem disordered." "Well, of course," said Pinney, soothingly. They were silent a moment, and then Northwick asked, "What did you say the next station was?" "I'll ask the brakeman." They could see the brakeman on the platform. Pinney went out to him, and returned. "It's Wellwater, he says. We get breakfast there." "Then we're over the line, now," said Northwick.