But come on, let's get aboard, for there's the tinkle-bell a-tinkling." "I haven't bought my ticket yet," remonstrated Ridge.
"You won't need one, son.

We're travelling in my private car 'Terror'-- used to be named 'Buster,' you know--and the lay-out is free to all my friends." Thus it happened that kindly Fate had interposed to guide our hero's footsteps, but it was not until he found himself seated in the luxurious smoking-room of Rollo Van Kyp's private railway carriage that it occurred to him to inquire whither they were bound.
"To the plains of Texas, my boy, and the city of San Antonio de Bexar, where Teddy and his Terrors are impatiently awaiting our advent," replied Rollo.

At the same time he touched an electric bell and ordered a supper, which, when it appeared, proved to be one of the daintiest meals that Ridge Norris had ever eaten..