"
"Probably there are h'already brakesmen on your train."
"I have no doubt."
"In that case I shall ride with you as private person."
"Ride back and forth every day?"
"Those are my h'expectations, sar."
"That costs money."
"You will be collector," remarked the negro, calmly. "I should
like to see those train people h'expel me, in that case."
"Well! I can see trouble ahead for one of us," laughed Anthony.
"They don't allow 'dead-heads.'"
But Allan replied with unshaken confidence: "Then you should
secure for me a pahss."
Kirk found it extremely difficult to escape from his persistent
shadow that afternoon, and he succeeded only after a display of
armed resistance.
It was the hottest part of the day when he set out, gun on arm,
yet he never thought of the discomfort. After skirting the city,
he swung into the fine macadam road that had brought him home the
night before, and much sooner than he expected he arrived at the
little path that led into the forest. He knew that he was
trespassing again, and the knowledge added to his delight. As
quickly as possible he lost himself in the grateful shade and
followed the stream-bank with beating heart. His head was full of
vague hopes and plans. He meant to learn the true story of Miss
Chiquita's penance and find some means of winning her away from
that other lover, of whom he had already thought more than once.
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