“Did you deliver the parcel to Mr. Davis?”
“I did, Mr. Saxton. I managed to just catch the train on the fly.”
“How was that?”
Ben explained.
“Then you had to go clear to the junction?”
“Or jump off,” smiled Ben.
“H’m—cost you fifteen cents, then?”
“No, sir, a quarter. You see there’s an extra ten cents when you do not buy your ticket in advance.”
“H’m!” again commented the manufacturer. “You ought to get back that rebate. Here, Smith,” to the bookkeeper, “give Hardy twenty-five cents.”
“Oh, no,” dissented Ben, and Saxton brightened up magically. “Mr. Davis insisted on giving me five dollars.”