“I have relations of that name in Pennsyl——”
“Ah, well, good-day,” and I continued up the ascent.
“When will you leave Wheeling?”
“I have to leave on the two o’clock train,” I sinfully replied, without pausing in the ascent.
“Where going?”
“To Pitt——, Cleve——, Cincinnati!” I replied, scarcely knowing what lie to tell.
“You’ll have plenty of time,” he yelled. “It isn’t more’n twelve now.” And thus he went on till he talked me clear to the top of the rugged height.
“Good——”
“I was going to ask you——”
“—— Day,” I madly yelled, as I reached the summit, and disappeared, half-fainting, from his view.