"I advise you not to."
Mrs. MacGregor held out her hand for the papers. She affixed her name where Winston indicated.
"What next?"
Uncle Sid answered.
"There's nothin' more to keep you in California. Just go, an' when you want money within reason, let me know."
Mrs. MacGregor rose and turned to the door that led to her room. Winston was before her and held the door ajar, closing it behind her; then he faced Uncle Sid. The old man approached him and laid a clumsy but affectionate hand on his shoulder.
"I ain't worth a cuss at quotin' scripture, but it strikes me that it ain't every one who's yappin' 'Lord, Lord,' as gets into heaven. Now you go below an' tomorrow we'll lay alongside o' Seymour."
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Winston was at his post when the great "Overland Express" rolled into the station at Ysleta, with clanging bell and coughing air-pump and dazzled sunbeams dancing from its varnish.