His eyes, dark and retrospective, were his most redeeming feature, yet betrayed little of their owner's character.

Mr.
Judkins could make nothing of the fellow, beyond the fact that he was doubtless a "tramp" and on that account most unwelcome in this retired neighborhood.
Even tramps were unusual at Chazy Junction.

The foothills were sparsely settled and the inhabitants too humble to be attractive to gentlemen of the road, while the rocky highways, tortuous and uneven, offered no invitation to the professional pedestrian.
"You'll hev to move on!" repeated the agent, more sternly.
"I can't," replied the other with a smile.

"The car I was--er--attached to has come to a halt.

The engine has left us, and--here we are, I and the nabobs." "Be'n ridin' the trucks, eh ?" "No; rear platform.