For two hours he had been beguiled by Ricks's romances, and now he had to go back to the humdrum duties at the depot, and receive a sound rating for his belated appearance.
"Which way might you be goin', Ricks ?" he asked wistfully.
"Same place I started fer," said Ricks.

"Kentucky." The will-o'-the-wisp, which had been hiding his light, suddenly swung it full in the eyes of Sandy.

Once more he saw the little maid of his dreams, and once more he threw discretion to the winds and followed the vision.
Hastily collecting his few possessions, he rolled them into a bundle, and slipping the surprised kitten into his pocket, he gladly followed Ricks once more out into the broad green meadows, along the white and shining roads that lead over the hills to Kentucky..