“That's a pleasant trip to be on,” was our hero's comment.
“I'll feel better when I have the six hundred dollars in my fist. I'm afraid it ain't goin' to be no easy matter to git it.”
“What's the trouble!”
“I ain't known in Philadelphy an' they tell me a feller has got to be identified or somethin' like thet—somebody has got to speak for ye wot knows ye.”
“I see. Perhaps you'll meet some friend.”
“Thet's wot I'm hopin' fer.”
The train rolled on and presently Joe got out his map and began to study it, so that he might know something of the great city when he arrived there.
“Guess I'll git a drink o' water,” said Josiah Bean, and walked to the end of the car to do so. Immediately a slick looking man who had been seated behind the farmer arose and followed him.