At three o'clock in the morning Slim said to me, "You think that brakeman will kick us off?"
The brakeman came to us, sitting up there in the fresh night breeze on top of a carload of lettuce going east from California. He looked at me and then, as if he didn't believe it, he held his lantern up and examined my head all the way around.
"Why don't you go back to the farm? This ain't no life for you," he growled.
"I am considering that very seriously," I said with as much dignity as I could.
THE END