I readily became as anxious to reach Los Angeles as Allen himself.
"How do you propose going?" I asked.
"A Mexican railroad foreman is going to ship me to Gila City, Ariz., to-night to do construction work, and I'll try to get him to ship you too," he promised.
Late in the afternoon the Mexican in question showed up at the depot.
Allen took him aside and had a long talk with him, during which time the Mexican glanced at me several times. Finally he got up and went into the depot.
Allen now hurried over to me.
"—— the luck," he exclaimed, "what are you wearing that white collar for?" The Mexican has gone after me a pass, but he says you look too sporty.
"Hurry to your stopping place, quick! and get off them togs and I'll try him again."
I had put up within a block of the depot, and in a short time I had made the change and returned, bringing my dress suit case.
Allen had already received his pass and was anxiously waiting for me.