I swan to man! I'm a hard-workin', painstakin' feller of my age, but I ain't as young as I used to be, and I'm human and not a walkin' steam-engyne.
I'll do the best I can, but--but first thing you know I'll be drove into heavin' up my job.

THEN this craft'll be on its beam ends, I bet you! They'll appreciate me then, when it's too late." The farewells at the railway station were brief.

They were very hard to say and neither the partners nor Mary-'Gusta could trust themselves to talk more than was necessary.

The train drew up beside the platform; then it moved on.

A hand waved from the car window; Shadrach and Zoeth waved in return.