He raised his hat, the car moved slowly off, and in the group immediately behind Lady Merton the handsome face and thick fair hair of George Anderson showed conspicuous as long as the special train remained in sight.
The old man raised himself and noiselessly went out upon the platform.
Outside the station he fell in with a younger man, who had been apparently waiting for him; a strong, picturesque fellow, with the skin and countenance of a half-breed.
"Well ?" said the younger, impatiently.

"Thought you was goin' to take a bunk there." "Couldn't get out before.

It's all right." "Don't care if it is," said the other sulkily.

"Don't care a damn button not for you nor anythin' you're after! But you give me my two dollars sharp, and don't keep me another half-hour waitin'.

That's what I reckoned for, an' I'm goin' to have it." He held out his hand.
The old man fumbled slowly in an inner pocket of his filthy overcoat.
"You say the car's going on to-night ?" "It is, old bloke, and Mr.George Anderson same train--number ninety-seven--as ever is.