4 P.M.
and seven stockings , wrapped in a silk handkerchief -- lay hidden under a loose plank of the stable floor . This was my point of departure . My plan was to take the last train for Boston , in order to prevent the possibility of immediate pursuit , if any should be attempted . The train left at 4 P.M. I ate no breakfast and little dinner that day . I avoided the Captain 's eye , and would n't have looked Miss Abigail or Kitty in the face for the wealth of the Indies . When it was time to start for the station I retired quietly to the stable and uncovered my bundle . I lingered a moment to kiss the white star on Gypsy 's forehead , and was nearly unmanned when the little animal returned the caress by lapping my cheek .