8/9 My missus never feeds tramps." "Rather ungracious to travelers, eh ?" "Ef you're a traveler, go to the hoe-tel yonder an' buy your breakfas' like a man." "Thank you; I may follow your advice." The agent walked up the track and put out the semaphore lights, for the sun was beginning to rise over the hills. By the time he came back a colored porter stood on the platform of the private car and nodded to him. Carriage here yit ?" "Not yit. I s'pose ol' Hucks'll drive over for 'em," said the agent. |