So the baggage-master checked the trunk and gave the duplicate check to the gentleman.
“And that trunk is to go to Boston too,” said Stuyvesant, pointing to his own trunk.
So the baggage-master put a check upon Stuyvesant’s trunk and gave Stuyvesant the duplicate of it.
Stuyvesant observed that as soon as the baggage was checked, the owners of it appeared to go away at once, and to give themselves no farther concern about it, and he inferred that it would be safe for him to do so too. So he went into the station to find the ticket-office, in order to buy his ticket. He saw, in a corner of the room, a sort of window with a counter before it, and a sign, with the words Ticket Office above. Stuyvesant went to this window. The Boston gentleman was there, buying his ticket.
“One for Boston,” said the gentleman. As he said this, he laid down a bank-bill upon the counter just within the window. The ticket seller gave him two tickets and some change.
“He said one and he has got two,” said Stuyvesant to himself. “I wonder what that means.”
Stuyvesant then took the Boston gentleman’s place at the window, and laid down a bank bill upon the counter, saying:
“Half a one, for Boston.”
The ticket-seller looked at Stuyvesant a moment over his spectacles, with a very inquiring expression of countenance, and then said,