Car shunted at Calgary to-morrow night.

So none of your nonsense--fork out! I had a lot o' trouble gettin' you the tip." The old man put some silver into his palm with shaking fingers.

The youth, who was a bartender from a small saloon in the neighbourhood of the station, looked at him with contempt.
"Wonder when you was sober last?
Think you'd better clean yourself a bit, or they'll not let you on the train." "Who told you I wanted to go on the train ?" said the old man sharply.
"I'm staying at Winnipeg." "Oh! you are, are you ?" said the other mockingly.

"We shouldn't cry our eyes out if you _was_ sayin' good-bye.

Ta-ta!" And with the dollars in his hand, head downwards, he went off like the wind.
The old man waited till the lad was out of sight, then went back into the station and bought an emigrant ticket to Calgary for the night train.