"Which way are you travelling ?" he asked.
Tom did a lot of thinking then in a fragment of a minute.
"Philadelphia," he blurted.
"Philadelphia! Why, say, you're in the wrong station.

You ought to go to the Pennsylvania Terminal.

I guess you're a stranger here, eh?
Tell you what I'll do.

You come with me and I'll put you on a car that'll take you right there." "I--I've got to wait for a friend," muttered Tom desperately, sending an appealing glance toward the policeman who had now begun to saunter slowly away.
"That so?
Well----" The other got up with a glance at the clock and reached down for his suit-case.

Tom's gaze followed the direction of that hand closely.