The energy faded away from his voice, and he ended in a half sob. With bowed head he allowed Joe to lead him across the tracks. A number of railroad men who had seen the rescue looked at the pair, but once the tramp was off the line, and out of immediate danger, they lost interest.
“Can I help you—do you want to go anywhere in particular?” asked Joe, kindly.
“What’s the use of goin’ anywhere in particular?” was the demand. “I’ve got nowhere to go. One place is as good as another when you’re down—and out. Out! Ha! Yes, out! He’s out—out at first—last—out all the time! Out!”
“Oh, quit!” exclaimed Joe, sharply, for the man was fast losing his nerve, and was almost sobbing.
“That’s right, young feller—that’s right!” came the quick retort. “I do need pullin’ up. Much obliged to you. I—I guess I can take care of myself now.”
“Have you any—do you need any—money?” hesitated Joe.
“No—no, thank you. I’ve got some. Not much, but enough until I can get—straightened out. I’m much obliged to you.”
He walked straighter now, and more upright.
“Be careful to keep off the tracks,” warned Joe.
“I—I will. Don’t worry. Much obliged,” and the man walked off into the woods that adjoined the railroad.