He had arrived at Wichita Falls with one suit of clothes and nothing more, except an assortment of contusions ranging in color from angry red to black-and-blue, these same being the direct result of repeated altercations with roughshod members of a train crew.

These collisions McWade had not sought.

On the contrary, when, for instance, outside the yards at Fort Worth his unobtrusive presence on the blind baggage had been discovered, he had done his best to avoid trouble.

He had explained earnestly that he simply must leave the city by that particular train.

The circumstances were such that no other train would do at all, so he declared.