"Excuse me; I am a stranger here. I am from Ohio. Where is the ferry?"
"Let me lead you to the boat, sir."
The old man rose feebly and put his hand to his head.
"I don't know what is the matter with me," he said. "I feel sick."
"Perhaps you are upset by your journey. Come with me, and I will take care of you."
"You are a very good boy, and I will accept your offer."
He rose and left the car, leaning heavily on Fred's arm.
"How long have you felt unwell?" asked the train boy sympathetically.
"Ever since we left Elmira. My head troubles me."
"It is the motion of the cars, no doubt. Here we are!"