a young man, with a packet under his arm, called out, “Postboy!”
“If I thought the postmaster would not hear of it,” replied the postboy; “It’s only within these few days that the orders to take up no blind passengers have been reinforced. There’s plenty of room though,—and I suppose your passport is all right?”
The stranger pulled out a paper.
“Never mind,” said the postboy; “that will do; it was only for form’s sake; one often does not know,—but, get up—quick; quick; we must make haste.”
Highly indignant at the driver’s carelessness, I determined within myself to denounce him at the post-office immediately upon my return. It was only a short time before that a robbery and murder had been committed by a pretended blind passenger in a diligence, and our careless driver would not even look at the paper, which the stranger gave out for a passport!—Yet his appearance was that of a man who would risk all, having nothing to lose
