be revealed until our effort was at an end. No indiscretion would be
committed by either my comrades or myself.

The man to whom I was sent with an order from Mr. Ward was named
Arthur Wells. He awaited us at Toledo. The city of Toledo stands at
the western end of Lake Erie. Our train sped during the night across
West Virginia and Ohio. There was no delay; and before noon the next
day the locomotive stopped in the Toledo depot.

John Hart, Nab Walker and I stepped out with traveling bags in our
hands, and revolvers in our pockets. Perhaps we should need weapons
for an attack, or even to defend ourselves. Scarcely had I stepped
from the train when I picked out the man who awaited us. He was
scanning the arriving passengers impatiently, evidently as eager and
full of haste as I.

I approached him. "Mr. Wells?" said I.

"Mr. Strock?" asked he.

"Yes."

"I am at your command," said Mr. Wells.

"Are we to stop any time in Toledo?" I asked.

"No; with your permission, Mr. Strock. A carriage with two good
horses is waiting outside the station; and we must leave at once to
reach our destination as soon as possible."