The man started down the track.
"Say, hold on there a minute!" I cried. "How far is it to Charleston Junction?"
"Forty-seven miles," replied the man.
"Well, how far is it to the next town, then?"
The fellow's short answers were exasperating in the extreme.
"Three miles," he hollered, fast getting out of ear shot.
I must confess I completely lost temper.
Making a trumpet of my hands, I shouted:
"I say, you escaped lunatic, what is the name of the town?"
"Meggetts," came back the faint reply, and the man passed out of range.