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Bobbsey was a little doubtful about letting Bert pass from one car to another when the train was moving. "But it's a vestibule train, papa," said the boy. "It's like one big car. I can't fall off." "Well, I don't know," said Mr. Bobbsey, slowly. "I'll take him up front, if he wants to see about the dog," said a brakeman who had heard Bert's talk. "Oh, thank you," said Mr. Bobbsey.
A brakeman had kicked him off a freight car just outside of Prescott. One of the hobos checked Waco sharply. "We ain't here to listen to your cussin' any union," he said. "And seem' you're so mouthy, just show your card." "Left it over to the White House," said Waco. "That don't go. You got your three letters?" "Sure! W.B.Y. Catch onto that?" "No. And this ain't no josh."
He did not wish to remain a brakeman very long, nor even to become a conductor; but he did want to learn how to run a locomotive, and looked forward with longing anticipation to the day when he might fill the proud position of engineman.
The staff of the train surely the great American nation would be lost if deprived of the ennobling society of brakeman, conductor, Pullman-car conductor, negro porter, and newsboy told pleasant tales, as they spread themselves at ease in the smoking compartments, of snowings up the line to Montreal, of desperate attacks four engines together and a snow-plough in front on drifts thirty feet high, and the pleasures of walking along the tops of goods wagons to brake a train, with the thermometer thirty below freezing.
"But just when they were at a station and the train was standing still, something awfully exciting happened outside the window, and both boys forgot the kitten. She jumped down from Harold's lap and went along under the seats toward the end of the car. She thought she was going to have a nice little walk, but just then the brakeman came into the car and there was a kitten under one of the seats.
Putchett in some measure recovered his spirits. He introduced himself to a brakeman by means of a cigar, and questioned him until he satisfied himself that the place to which he had purchased a ticket was indeed unknown to the world, being far from the city, several miles from the railroad, and on a beach where boats could not safely land. Arrived at his destination, Mr.
"Goozlemy, goozlemy, goozlemy!" he squeaked, "that man was a real hobo." His grimace was returned with interest. Alice hugged her puppy awhile contentedly, murmuring in that canine's ear, "What a silly old thing that tomato-can must have been. If I'd been him I'd have kept my mouth shut." "Cow Run!" intoned the brakeman monotonously, passing through the coaches, "Cow Run next stop!"
From her open bureau drawer, with a sudden impish impulse towards worldly wisdom, she extracted first of all the photograph of the young brakeman. "See, Helene! My new beau!" she giggled experimentally. In mild-eyed surprise Helene Churchill glanced up from her work. "Your beau?" she corrected. "Why, that's Zillah's picture." "Well, it's mine now!" snapped Rae Malgregor with unexpected edginess.
The conductor laughed. "Guess you're right," he said. "This is about as wet a storm as I've run through since I've been on the road. If we get to Provincetown without a washout we'll be lucky.... Well, we've made another hitch. So far, so good." The brakeman swung open the door to shout, "Denboro!
When the day man came in, half dressed, he said, "Well, what the devil is the matter?" Speech had entirely left me by this time, so I simply pointed to the order, and the brakeman told him the rest. Never in all my life have I spent such a night as that.
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