He paused at the door for the purpose of asking one other question.
"Did you ever feel--that something was going to happen--without exactly knowing what it was?"
"Yes," replied Old Wheels good-humouredly, "but it never did happen."
"Ah," pondered the puzzled man, "but this will, though."
"What will?"
"Didn't I tell you--I didn't know what? But it'll happen--as sure as my name's--Jim Podmore. It's buzzing about my head now,--and I can't make it out."
"Nervousness," suggested Old Wheels, "brought on by overwork."
"Mayhap, but there it is. What would you call it, now? Give it a name."
"It is a presentiment, I should say."
"That's it. I've got--a presentiment. Thank you. Good-night, Mr. Wheels. I've got--a presentiment--and it'll come true--as sure as my name's--Jim."