He then went on to deliver a long homily on the evils of theatrical life, and actually succeeded in tiring Al to such an extent that he fell asleep.
He was awakened by a voice shouting in his ear:
"This ain't a sleeping car, young man. All off!"
Al leaped to his feet, only half awake. The car was empty of everyone except himself and a brakeman.
"Where are we?" he cried.
"In New York," was the reply. "Say, young fellow, you are a pretty sound sleeper."
"Well, I'm awake now," said the boy. "I'm sorry to have given you any trouble."
"Oh, that's all right. But you haven't lost anything, have you?"
"No. Why?"