Darn a railroad man's job anyhow!" Five minutes later Mr.Graves descended the steps of the car, his traveling bag in one hand and an umbrella in the other.

As soon as both feet were securely planted on the platform, he put down the bag to wrestle with the umbrella and the hurricane, which was apparently blowing from four directions at once.

Feeling his hat leaving his head, he became aware that the umbrella had turned inside out.

He threw the wreck violently under the train and stooped to pick up the bag.

The bag was no longer there.
"It's all right," said a calm voice behind him.