“When did you last see your ticket?”
“I stopped over one night in Bismarck, and had to share my room with a young man, for the hotel was crowded. I think he must have picked my pocket of the ticket.”
“Did you know the ticket was missing when you boarded the train?”
“No, sir. I did not think to look.”
“Your case is unfortunate. How far are you going?”
“To Tacoma. I have a son there.”
“I am afraid you will have to pay the fare from here. I have no discretion in the matter, and cannot allow you to ride without a ticket.”
“Don’t you believe my ticket was stolen?” asked the old man, in a state of nervous agitation.
“Yes, I believe it. I don’t think a man of your age would deceive me. But I cannot let you travel without paying for another.”
“I haven’t money enough,” said the old man, piteously. “If you will wait till I reach Tacoma my son will give me money to pay you.”