“Oh, it's not a locomotive, Griggs. You don't understand. Where are you bound for?”
“Philadelphia.”
“Ten:ten?” Hawkins cried eagerly.
“Ten:ten,” I said.
“Then, by George, you'll be with us! You'll see the whole show!”
Hawkins caught my coat-sleeve and dragged me toward the train-gates.
“See, here,” I said, detaining him, “what whole show?”
“The—oh, come and see it before we start.”
“No, sir!” I said firmly. “Not until I know what it is. Are you going to play any monkey-shines with the locomotive, Hawkins? What is it?”
“But why don't you come and see for yourself?” the inventor cried impatiently. “It's—it's——”