I got quite a lot coming, now." "Bees'n Lake!" cried Jimmy fiercely through an aperture of the door.
"You'll find th' boardin'-house just across over the track," said the woodsman, holding out his hand, "so long.

See you again if you don't find a job with the Old Fellow.

My name's Shearer." "Mine is Thorpe," replied the other.

"Thank you." The woodsman stepped forward past the carousers to the baggage compartment, where he disappeared.

The revellers stumbled out the other door.
Thorpe followed and found himself on the frozen platform of a little dark railway station.