"Listen at 'em," said Uncle, "they've got our money and now they're goin' to put us off. But I guess we must be there."
"UNCLE WAS BEING ROUGHLY HANDLED BY THE TWO MEN."
All the people were standing as the magic words were yelled in at the front door by the brakeman. Uncle Jeremiah had not been as excited since he heard of the fall of Richmond.
With a valise, packed almost to bursting, in each hand, Uncle was preparing to do whatever he saw others do. The two young men from across the aisle had also arisen and pressed into the crowd. One was directly in front of Uncle, and the one who had made the false change had crowded himself between Uncle and Aunt Sarah. The train slowed up as the depot was reached, and all crowded toward the door. There was a low chirrup, and Uncle was being roughly jostled about by the two men, when there was a cry of "pickpockets," and the train-boy was seen swinging on to the wrist of one of the men behind Uncle and yelling "let 'er go; let 'er go."
"UNCLE GAVE HIS CHECKS TO THE NEAREST CAB DRIVER"
The man held a wallet in his hand, but with a curse he dropped it, tore loose from the boy and rushed through the door, disappearing in the crowd.
"Here, Mister, is yer wad. Yer wants ter keep yer eye skinned fur them fellers."