“Hello,” he answered.
“Where can a fellow that’s broke find a ‘flop?’”
“Explore me!”
“They have just driven me out of the Big Four.”
“They have just kicked me out of the L. & N. I am going to Fountain Square. It is now one o’clock. There is a train that leaves at two-thirty from the L. & N. People are already going to the station. You can probably stay there unnoticed until the train leaves. I can’t go back for they would know me, but keep your eyes open for bulls.” And with this advice he pointed out the way.
I went, and unnoticed I slept an hour sitting on a station seat. When the train left, I was the only remaining individual in the waiting-room and, of course, very conspicuous. The hint of the law for decency and order at that station, came to me with the question, “Why didn’t you take that train?”
“I did not want it.”
“What are you doing here?”
“I have no other shelter.”
With the deep, low-bred voice of an unfeeling brute, he emphatically said, “Beat it.”