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`` I do n't know , '' I replied flatly . I returned to my breakfast , and , seeing I would not converse further , the man passed on and sat down . But I felt that his eyes were on me , and instinctively I made up my mind to be on my guard . As I was about to leave the place , several more passengers came in , and by what they said I learned that the train would not start for Chicago till noon , the bridge being so badly damaged that the road engineer would not let anything cross until it was propped up . Not caring to go back to the train , I entered the waiting-room and took in all there was to be seen . At one end of the place was a news stand , and I walked up to this to look at the picture papers that were displayed . I was deeply interested in a cartoon on the middle pages of an illustrated paper when I heard Mr. Price 's voice asking for some Chicago daily , and then making inquiries as to where the telegraph once was located .