"Hey! what the —— are you doing there?" shouted the conductor a moment later.
"Going to Pensacola, if you'll allow me, sir. I'll always appreciate it, Captain, if——"
"I'll wire to Caryville and allow you to be arrested if you don't either get down off this train or pay your fare," shouted the conductor.
As will be remembered, I was still on the L. & N. Road, and remembering Mr. Hall's caution, decided to pay my fare.
Ten minutes later I was riding on a first-class ticket to Pensacola. Out of the $5.00 bill I handed the conductor I received only twenty cents. He had taken out the full fare from Chipley, charging me for the four miles I had walked.
At 10 p. m. the train pulled into the station at Pensacola.
"Is there a night freight from here to Mobile?"
The question was directed to a young man about my own age, who had just come out of a barber shop.
"No, but there's a midnight freight to Flomaton, Ala., which is about half way, I believe. Going to hobo it?"
"Yes, I may do so."