"
"How do you know he is English?"
"By his dress and walk. I observed him very closely."
"Suppose he is English?"
"Then he has come over here to look for me."
"That man is not a detective."
"He is not?"
"No."
"How do you know?"
"He is a weak and very dainty young gentleman."
"Is he?"
"Yes."
"Well, I tell you that when one becomes a fugitive he must judge people
by their acts, not by their looks; I believe the man is either a
detective, or a detective's decoy. His innocent looks aid his trick, but
I will know after he has visited me in the cabin."
"Oh, I hope you will do him no harm."
"What! has his handsome face bewitched you?"
"No."
"It would appear so."
"I would save you."
"Save me?"
"Yes."
"By having me captured. No, no, girl, I know how to take care of myself.
I've been fighting the police of different countries for too many years
to fear an encounter now."
At the hour named our hero was on hand, but during the time he had been
waiting he had become conscious that he was under surveillance, and the
man who appeared to "dog" him was an Italian.
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