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I'll go forward into the smoking-car." "Come along," said he, and we went through the train. I was not sorry he had gone with me when I found in the smoking-car one of the spies who had been watching me so constantly. Stagers nodded to him and grinned at me, and we sat down together. "Chut!" said I, "left my cigar on the window-ledge in the hindmost car. Be back in a moment."
I did not dare to buy a ticket for fear Callahan might have telephoned the ticket office. As the passengers for the expected train straggled in I sought vainly to identify the spy who was undoubtedly among them; and when the train thundered up to the platform I made haste to board it and to lose myself quickly in the crowded smoking-car.
All the girls do," responded Lilly. "I don't want to get used to it," said Katy, resolving to appeal to papa; but papa had gone into the smoking-car, and she had to wait. Meantime Lilly went on talking. "If you have that end room in Quaker Row, you'll see all the fun that goes on at commencement time. Mrs.
Bill blinked. Either there was some mistake or trouble had turned his brain. He pushed himself together with a supreme effort. 'A lady said I would pay her fare? 'Yes. 'But but why? demanded Bill, feebly. The conductor seemed unwilling to go into first causes. 'Search me! he replied. 'Pay her fare! 'Told me to collect it off the gentleman in the grey suit in the smoking-car.
Two weeks after we all got on a train for New York; Jimmy Jocks and me following Nolan in the smoking-car, and twenty-two of the St. Bernards, in boxes and crates, and on chains and leashes. Such a barking and howling I never did hear, and when they sees me going, too, they laughs fit to kill. "Wot is this; a circus?" says the railroad-man. But I had no heart in it. I hated to go.
In a journey from New York I turned over in the smoking-car a number of papers I had not seen for some time, among them the New York Evening Post, Collier's, Harper's, Puck, and the Indianapolis News.
We pass on long trestle bridges over foaming torrents far below, and it makes us shudder to think what would happen if the train went over. That man in the smoking-car last night told me a story of what happened to himself on this line, some twenty years ago, when he was crossing over the barrier. The train he was in was trying to get up a tremendously steep incline on a dark and stormy night.
"I was intending to ask you to go with me into the smoking-car for a short time. I smoke a good deal; it is my only vice. You know we must all have some vices." Luke didn't see the necessity, but he assented, because it seemed to be expected. "I won't be gone long. You'd better come along, too, and smoke a cigarette. It is time you began to smoke. Most boys begin much earlier."
"Won't some one please go and find out what the matter is?" Betty looked toward the car door and saw Bob pushing his way toward her. When Bob entered the smoking-car he saw the two men he had pointed out to Betty seated near the door at the further end of the car.
For obvious reasons Garrison had not chosen his usual haven, the smoking-car, on the train. It was filled to overflowing from the Aqueduct track, and he knew that his name would be mentioned frequently and in no complimentary manner. His soul had been stripped bare, sensitive to a breath.
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