) "If you would like a lift in our car to speed you on
your errand, I'm sure Bob here would be glad to drive
Parnassus into Port Vigor. Our tire will soon be mended."
The young man assented heartily, but as I said before, I was
bent on taking Parnassus back myself. I thought the sight of
his own tabernacle would be the best balm for Mifflin's
annoying experience. So I refused the offer, and explained
the situation a little more fully.
"Well," he said, "then let me help in any way I can." He took
a card from his pocketbook and scribbled something on it.
"When you get to Port Vigor," he said, "show this at the jail
and I don't think you'll have any trouble. I happen to know
the people there."
So after a hand-shake all round I went on again, much cheered
by this friendly little incident. It wasn't till I was some
way along the road that I thought of looking at the card he
had given me. Then I realized why the man's face had been
familiar. The card read quite simply.
RALEIGH STONE STAFFORD
The Executive Mansion,
Darlington.
It was the Governor of the State!
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
I couldn't help chuckling, as Parnassus came over the brow of
the hill, and I saw the river in the distance once more.
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