"How far will that take me over your line?" he asked, indicating the money.
The man stared hard; then smiled.
"You mean you want that much worth of ticket?"
"Yes, ticket and berth—upper berth. Less this." He took out a ten-dollar bill. "I'll eat on the way," he explained gravely.
The other counted the bills, turning them over with the eraser end of his pencil, then counted the silver and made a note of the total.
"Which way—by St. Louis or Chicago?" he asked. "We can send you through either place."
Danny lifted a dollar from the stack on the counter and flipped it in the air. Catching it, he looked at the side which came up and said:
"St. Louis."
Again the clerk calculated, referring to time-tables and a map.
"Denver," he muttered, as though to himself. Then to Danny: "Out of Denver I can give you the Union Pacific, Denver and Rio Grande, or Santa Fé."