I've got to get to the rear now, to uncouple a car we have to leave here.

S'long, Sam." "Say, Mr.Briggs," said the passenger, hurrying along behind the brakeman, "you don't s'pose there's any chance for me to get a job in the railroad-company's yard, do you ?" The brakeman turned with a sharp look which speedily softened as he saw an earnest appeal in the little man's face.
"Well, Sam," he replied, his words dragging slowly along, "the yard's always full, an' men a-waitin'.

You'd have to give bonds for good behavior, an' honesty, an'-- " "Never mind the rest, Mr.Briggs," said the ex-convict, shrinking an inch or two in stature.

"I didn't know about that, indeed I didn't, or I--" "Well, you needn't be a-Mr.-Briggs-in' me, anyhow," said the brakeman.
"I was only Jim before--you left town, Sam, an' I want you to go on callin' me Jim, just the same.

Do you understand that, confound you ?" "Yes, Mr .-- Jim, I do; an' may God bless you for sayin' it!" "Here we are; good luck by the car-load to you, Sam." Then the brakeman looked back into the car and roared,-- "Bruceton." The discharged prisoner consumed a great deal of time and distributed many furtive glances as he alighted, though he got off the train on the side opposite the little station.