The confused murmur of many voices, mixed with the merry tinkling of the glass pendants, gave the whole an air of excitement.
But the striker did not see the man he was looking for.

"Who got on at Cairo?
I think I saw a man from our part of the country," he said.
"I declare, I don't know," said the mud-clerk, who drawled his words in a cold-blooded way.

"Let me look.

Here's A.Robertson, and T.Le Fevre, and L.B.Sykes, and N.Anderson." "Where is Anderson going ?" "Paid through to Louisville.

Do you know him ?" But just then Norman Anderson himself walked in, and went up to the bar with a new acquaintance.