Before she got up the steps, however, he ran back, pushed aside the brakeman, and reached her.
“Say! you can’t do that,” he gasped, his face as red as his hair.
“Do what?” demanded the girl.
“You can’t tip me. Say! I ain’t the waiter—nor the janitor of the flat. I’m the hero—and the heroine never tips the hero—nix on that!”
The next moment he had thrust the dollar-bill into her hand, jumped down to the platform, and scuttled through the crowd, leaving Nancy with the feeling that she had offended a friend.
CHAPTER VII
FIRST IMPRESSIONS
When the train pulled out of the station Nancy Nelson noticed for the first time that the sky had become overcast and the clouds threatened rain. Scorch O’Brien, the odd new friend she had made, was so sprightly a soul that she really had not observed the change in the weather.