“Where shall I be a year from now?” he asked himself.
But it was nearly time for Miles’s train. Rex turned and went up the stairway to the left of the station building. As he did so, he passed a familiar face coming down. It was the boy who got him into trouble with the Chinaman that July afternoon six months before.
But Rex felt no resentment now.
“If that was the only trouble I had to think about!” he told himself enviously.
Of such power is comparison.
Miles’s train was on time. Rex saw Miles standing on the step of the forward car, ready to spring off at the first opportunity. His face lighted up to a still greater radiance at sight of Rex waiting for him.
“I didn’t think you’d come to meet me,” he said, as he shook hands. “It is awfully good of you. I’m so glad to see you.”
There was no doubt of this. One could read it at once in the way he looked at his companion.
“I suppose you were surprised to get Syd’s telegram,” remarked Rex. “What did he say in it?”
“Come and spend Sunday with Rex,” answered the other. “I was here only a little while ago, but I was glad enough to come again. It is ever so kind in you to send for me.”