As the great overland train paused for a moment to quench its thirst, the porter of the Pullman, who, to his surprise, had been called to place his carpeted step on the platform of this desert station, gazed in undisguised amazement at those two figures before him--a man bareheaded, his clothing tattered and disreputable, half supporting a woman who was hatless, white-faced, and trembling like a frightened child.
"Yas, sah; whole section vacant, sah, Numbah Five.

Denvah; yas, sah, suttinly.

Oh, I'll look after de lady all right.

You ain't a-goin' 'long wid us, den, dis trip?
Oh, yas; thank ye, sah.

Sure, I'll see dat she gits dere, don't you worry none 'bout dat." Winston walked restlessly down the platform, gazing up at the car-windows, every ounce of his mustered resolve necessary to hold him outwardly calm.