There was no doubt that she had recognized him, and he remembered the state of his attire, and became uneasily conscious that Grenfell, who clung to his shoulder, was swaying on his feet.

He knew that a man is usually judged by his company, and it was clear that nothing that she might have noticed was likely to prepossess Miss Stirling in his favor.

The car, however, swept past him, and with some difficulty he got Grenfell into another farther along the train.

Then, while his companions exchanged more compliments with the loungers, the big locomotives snorted and the dusty cars lurched on again.
They naturally traveled Colonist, and when Grenfell stretched himself out on a maple board it became evident that he had forgotten his blanket.

Weston threw his own over him, and the old man blinked at his young companion with watery eyes.
"You stood by me.