As I faced him in some surprise he looked me fairly in the eyes.
"Been at this job long ?" he asked easily.
"Three days," I replied unhesitatingly, drawing the reins through my hands.
"Like it ?" "Well, I 've had worse and better," with a laugh.

"I prefer this to my last one." "What was that ?" "Ridin' blind baggage." It was his turn to laugh, and he did so.
"I thought I was not mistaken," he said at last, sobering.

"You are the same lad the train hands put off the Atlantic Express at Vernon a week ago." I nodded, beginning to suspect him of being a fly-cop who had spotted me for a pull.
"I never noticed the name of the burg," I returned.

"Why?
were you there ?" "Yes, I came in on the same train.

Just caught a glimpse of your face in the light of the brakeman's lantern.