“I suppose I did wrong in beating my way on the cars. But I’ve often done it,” confessed the old man. “I had no money for carfare. My pension’s turned over to the Home as is only right, I s’pose. But I got to get out into the open, or die!”
The two railroad police looked at each other, grimly. “What do you know about that?” one muttered. Dorothy was frankly crying.
“OUGHT HE TO BE A PRISONER WITH THAT BUTTON ON HIS COAT?” CRIED DOROTHY.
Dorothy Dale in the West Page [101]
CHAPTER XI
AT DUGONNE AT LAST
“You see, Miss,” said one of the officers, “we got to take him to court. It’s as much as our job’s worth to let him go.”
“We’ll all go along,” said Ned, firmly. “Maybe the judge will be kind to him.”
“But they’ve got a bad law in this town,” said the other officer, shaking his head.