The man told him and Mark went there with me. It was shut up tight. We waited and kept on waiting, and in about an hour a man came along with overalls and a cap that said something on the front of it.
“Hey, mister!” says Mark. “We’re waitin’ to see the general freight agent. What’s the m-m-matter with him? Is he sick or somethin’?”
“Him!” says the man. “No, he hain’t sick. What makes you think he is?”
“’Cause he hain’t down to work.”
“Did you expect to see him at seven o’clock in the mornin’?”
“To be sure.”
“Well, you come back again about nine and maybe he’ll be here by that time. He usually gits around about nine.”
“Nine,” says Mark. “Why, that’s ’most n-noon.”
The man let out a laugh.
“How long does he work in the afternoon?” says Mark.