“Who is that?” asked Clara.
“The fellow who yelled ‘Fire’ in the hall last night,” answered Jim with a grin.
“I hope I didn’t hurt him,” observed Joe, thoughtfully.
“Perish the thought,” replied Jim. “You just caressed him. He was a big fellow, and he 39 probably sat down just to take a load off his feet.”
“I’m glad he wasn’t a Riverside man, anyway,” remarked Joe, loyal to his home town. “I never saw him before. Probably he came from some place near by.”
“Oh, then, of course he won’t mind it,” chaffed Jim.
“Of all the nonsense——” Clara was beginning, when her eye caught sight of a figure she recognized on the station platform which they had nearly reached.
She nudged her brother’s elbow.
“There’s the man you were talking to this morning,” she said in a low voice.
“By George, so it is!” replied Joe, as he followed her glance. “And he’s talking to Altman. Trying to make him a convert.”