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Casey hadn't the money just then to quit his job of stage driving and go Indian stalking. It would take money, a few hundred at least. Casey at that time lacked the price of a ticket to Round Butte.
He took his ticket, and, having some minutes to wait, moved towards the bookstall. By his side, as he scanned the papers, stood a lady who had just made a purchase; the salesman seemed to have handed her insufficient change, for she said to him, in a clear, business-like voice, 'It was half-a-crown that I gave you. At the sound of these words, Hugh turned sharply and looked at the speaker.
"Let's give a show and have our pets for the show animals." The children thought this was a fine plan. Miss West thought so too. She let them plan for the show. Then she let them make tickets. Each child made two tickets. They were like the funny picture in the middle of this page. Everyone who came had to pay for a ticket. Even the children who had pets in the show had to pay.
Taking the picture, and regarding it intently for a moment, he said: "Why, yes that's Duncan from Des Moines. I know him very well. He has been here often." "Well, has he been here within two weeks?" "Yes, he was here about two weeks ago on a spree, and he bought a ticket for St. Paul." "Are you quite sure about that?" "Perfectly sure," answered the ticket agent.
The broker brought a chart and Dick studied it for some minutes, making notes in his pocket-book. Then he looked up. "Where can I get fresh water?" The broker asked how much he wanted and after taking some paper money gave him a ticket. "There is a pipe on the wharf and when the peon sees the receipt he will fill your tanks."
That which had been in her mouth was spent for ticket, mostly, but a little still was in her hand. "W'ere'd yer think Hi'd 'ave it?" she asked scornfully. "Hin me roight hear?" Then she showed him what was in her fist. "Garn aboard," the man said, grinning.
I had one good dinner anyhow, for when I got through there was only twenty-five cents left of the dollar I borrowed upon my last article of "dress." That I paid for a ticket to Perth Amboy, near which place I found work in Pfeiffer's clay-bank. Pfeiffer was a German, but his wife was Irish and so were his hands, all except a giant Norwegian and myself.
There'll be time in Chicago to buy your ticket to California, and I can write letters of introduction. They'll be to good people. You needn't be afraid." Yet Annesley was afraid, deathly afraid. Not that Knight's friends would not be "good people," but of going on alone to an unknown place in an unknown country.
He put his beer on the bureau, then walked into the bathroom and turned on the water in the tub. He came back out and started to undress. He was humming to himself. When he finished undressing he went over to the bureau and opened a can of beer. He carried it into the bathroom, put it beside the tub, and lowered himself into the water. Ah ... that was the ticket. Water and being clean.
At the railway station, about five miles from Mr. Gunston's, a strange man had arrived just in time to take his place in the night-train from the north towards London, stopping there at four o'clock in the morning. The station-master remembered the stranger buying the ticket, but did not remark his appearance.
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