his head. "What does that dude think he is made
of, any way? Like to got his head busted that time, fer sure."

The brakeman, coming out of the car door with his lantern, dragged him to
his feet, brushed him off, and scolded him vigorously. The young man
hurried through the car, oblivious of the eloquent harangue, happy only to
feel the floor jolting beneath his feet and to know that he was safe on
board.

He found the girl sitting where he had left her, only she had flung up the
shade of the window next her, and was gazing with wide, frightened eyes
into the fast flying darkness. He touched her gently on the shoulder, and
she turned with a cry.

"Oh, I thought you had fallen under the train!" she said in an awed voice.
"It was going so fast! But you did not get off, after all, did you? Now,
what can you do? It is too bad, and all on my account."

"Yes, I got off," he said doggedly, sitting down opposite her and pulling
his tie straight. "I got off, but it wasn't altogether satisfactory, and
so I got on again. There wasn't much time for getting on gracefully, but
you'll have to excuse it. The fact is, I couldn't bear to leave you alone
just yet. I couldn't rest until I knew you had passed the North Side
Station. Besides, I had forgotten to give you any money."

"Oh, but you mustn't!" she protested, her eyes eloquent with feeling.

"Please don't say that," he went on eagerly. "I can get off later and take
the down train, you know. Really, the fact is, I couldn't let you go
right out of existence this way without knowing more about you."

"Oh!" she gasped, turning a little white about the lips, and drawing
closer into her corner.

"Don't feel that way," he said. "I'm not going to bother you. You couldn't
think that of me, surely. But isn't it only fair that you should show me a
little consideration? Just give me an address, or something, where I could
let you know if I heard of anything that concerned you. Of course it isn't
likely I shall, but it seems to me you might at leas