Eventually we came out upon the trolley tracks and waited for the car which took us back to Jersey City.
Now, there is really more of this narrative.
The pursuit of Hawkins by the railroad people—their discovery of him at his home that night—the painful transaction by which he was compelled to surrender to them all his holdings in that particular road—the commentary of Mrs. Hawkins.
There is, as I say, more of it. But, on the whole, it is better left untold.
CHAPTER XI.
I may have mentioned that it was customary for Hawkins and myself to travel down-town together on the elevated six days in the week.
So far as that goes, we still do so; for it has come over me recently that any attempt to dodge the demoniac inventions of Hawkins is about as thankless and hopeless a task as seeking to avoid the setting of the sun.
For two or three mornings, however, I had been leaving the house some ten or fifteen minutes earlier than usual.