"They told me at the little tavern--the Holly something--that I'd find you here.

You're the gentleman that had a bicycle tire eat up by a bear, ain't you ?" I admitted that I was, and still, without opening the letter, I asked him, where it came from.
"That was given to me in New York, sir," said he, "by a Dago, one of these I-talians.

He gave me the money to go to Blackburn Station in the cars, and then I walked over to the tavern.

He said he thought I'd find you there, sir.

He told me just what sort of a lookin' man you was, sir, and that letter is for you, and no mistake.