Crouched back against the wall of the freight house, deep in the shadows, was Marley.
“Here you, Marley,” Carleton called.
Marley, evidently believing himself to have been unobserved, started violently, and then came slowly forward.
“What are you hiding there for?” demanded the super.
“I wanted to see Mrs. Coogan off,” Marley answered a little defiantly.
The tone of the other’s voice did not please Carleton.
“You’ve a queer way of doing it then,” he snapped shortly.
Marley was twisting his hands, staring down the track.
“I said good-by before I came down to work,”—he spoke as though talking to himself.
“Oh!” said Carleton, and looked at Marley sharply, “I suppose you know what she went East for?”