If he could only lie down somewhere, he thought.
There was a boat just starting out. He paid his three cents and went aboard. He fell asleep almost as soon as he touched the seat. A man came through when they reached New York, woke him up and made him get off.
But he was reckless now. He walked out to the street, but immediately turned about again, paid another ferriage and walked on the boat, where he instantly fell asleep once more.
And he kept this up till half-past five, when it began to grow light. Then he went ashore to the station in Jersey City and bought some fruit, which he ate for his breakfast.
By that time the ticket office was open and he went up to the agent and asked how far he could ride for fifty cents.
The man looked at him closely for a minute.
“Which way?” he inquired then.
“I want to go to Philadelphia,” Rex answered frankly. All his pride had gone now. “I’ve only got fifty cents to spend on the ride, though. I want to get as close to it as I can.”
The agent named a town and passed out a ticket.
When the cars were opened Rex lost no time in settling himself in a seat. He put his ticket in his hat and went to sleep at once.