Then, with a jerk, our train pulled up. And the girl let go of the rack-rail and stumbled out. "Come on, Sam," she said, "we gotter 'urry. 'E looks so cold."
"Wait till I light me fag, then," said the boy. He struck a match on his boot-heel, and followed her, whistling cheerfully.
* * * * *
Our train moved on. And the elderly man at my right hand imparted a secret to me.
"That's their fust," he said.
I nodded, patiently.
"'E lay quiet enough when the music started. Did you notice?"
"Yes," I said, "I noticed."
"They're funny devils," said the man.
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