“How is it you are out here in the rain?” went on the track-walker.
“We got off our train and it went off without us.”
“Oh, I see. Too bad.”
Again our hero and his companion hurried on, and soon came in sight of a small village. They inquired their way to a tavern, and there dried their clothing and procured a good, hot meal, which made both feel much better.
“I am going to send a telegram to Mr. Vane,” said Joe, and did so without further delay. He was careful of the satchel and did not leave it out of his sight.
They found they could get a train for the West that evening at seven o'clock and at the proper time hurried to the depot.
“I'm glad I met you,” said Joe, to his newly-made friend. “Now, what do you think I owe you for what you did?”
“As we didn't land the fellows in jail you don't owe me anything,” said Bill Badger, promptly.
“Oh, yes, I do.”
“Well then, you can pay the extra expense, and let that fill the bill.”