"If he does he will miss the voyage also. But we must not risk such
a misfortune. Get in, boy, get in!" said the judge, hastily entering
the hack.

Ishmael followed his example. The professor climbed up to a seat
beside the driver and the hack moved off. They reached the railway
station just in time. In fact they had not a moment to lose.

They had just got seated in the cars, and were expecting the signal
whistle to shriek out every instant, when Ishmael, who was seated
nearest the window, saw a gentleman in a great-coat, and with his
shawl over his arm, and his umbrella and hat-box in his hand,
hurrying frantically past.

"There is Mr. Brudenell now!" he exclaimed with pleasure, as he
tapped upon the window to attract that gentleman's attention.

Mr. Brudenell looked up, nodded quickly, and darted on, and the next
moment hurried in at the end door of the car and came down to them
just as the signal whistle shrieked out and the train started.

Ishmael reserved the seat in front of himself and the judge, and
invited Mr. Brudenell to take it.

The latter gentleman dropped into his place and then held out his
hand to greet his fellow-passengers.

"So you are going with us to England. I am very glad of it," said
the judge, though in fact he looked very pale and worn, as if he