By grace of the chances of war, the two men never met in the field, though they several times came within an ace of it.
Ten or twelve years later, Redpath was earning his living in Boston as chief of the lecture business in the United States.

Fifteen or sixteen years after his Kansas adventures I became a public lecturer, and he was my agent.

Along there somewhere was a press dinner, one November night, at the Tremont Hotel in Boston, and I attended it.

I sat near the head of the table, with Redpath between me and the chairman; a stranger sat on my other side.

I tried several times to talk with the stranger, but he seemed to be out of words and I presently ceased from troubling him.
He was manifestly a very shy man, and, moreover, he might have been losing sleep the night before.
The first man called up was Redpath.