beyond the coldness of the night run through
his blood. Then, with a half-stifled cry, he
threw back the door, and made a desperate
spring at the corner where the eerie thing
sat.

And he touched the green carpeting on the
seat, which was quite dry and warm, as if no
dripping, miserable little wretch had ever
crouched there.

He rushed to the front door.

"Bill," he roared, "I want to know about
that kid."

"What kid?"

"The same kid! The wet one with the old
coat and the box with iron hasps! The one
that's been sitting here in the car!"

Bill turned his surly face to confront the
young conductor.

"You've been drinking, you fool," said he.
"Fust thing you know you'll be reported."

The conductor said not a word. He went
slowly and weakly back to his post and stood