“Yeah.”
“Huh! You don’t look it. Ain’t been on it long, have you?”
Joshua grinned, not daring to make reply.
“Well, you better keep your eye peeled for the railroad cop,” said the switchman, as he marched on about his own affairs beside the slowly moving train, to which Joshua’s car had been coupled on.
“Say, Mister!” Joshua called after him.
“Well, get it outa ye!”
“I want to know if there’s a railroad camp about here somewhere—where they’re double-trackin’ the road?”
“Lookin’ for a job?”
“Yeah—sure.”
“Husky stiff you’ll make! Right down the tracks, son. You can’t miss it.”