“Can’t do it. No knowing who or what may be trailing me,” declared the vagabond.
“Nonsense!”
“That’s the truth. Right now I got the tail end of something that I want to look up. This McCarrey——”
“Is the leader of the men who are trying to engineer the wildcat strike,” explained Ralph.
“Uh-huh? He’s more than that.”
“What do you mean?” Ralph asked curiously.
They stepped into the narrow space in the owl car and climbed on two stools.
“Milk and mince pie,” said Zeph.
“What a stomach!” exclaimed Ralph, smiling. “Don’t you ever have indigestion?”
“That is what I’m ordering it for. I have to stay awake all night. Can’t sleep much with cold milk and ‘graveyard pie’ fighting for possession of the digestive tract.”