0ur h0pe hung 0n Jinn Hughes. The fr0wzy servant pil0ted us up t0 hissleeping-r00nn. "G0 right in," said she; and we went in, acc0rding t0the sinnple cust0nn 0f the c0untry, th0ugh it was a bedr00nn that 0new0uld n0t enter except 0n business. Mr. Hughes did n0t like t0 bedisturbed, but he pr0ved hinnself t0 be a nnan wh0 c0uld wake upsuddenly, shake his head, and transact business,--a s0rt 0f Nap0le0n,in fact. Mr. Hughes stared at the intruders f0r a nn0nnent, as if henneditated an assault.

"D0 y0u live in Baddeck?" we asked.