"Why, yes, I think I do," nodded the equestrienne.
"Well, I wanted it to sew up a fifty dollar bill for safe-keeping. Here it is."
Andy with his knife ripped open a fob pocket and produced the bank note in question.
"Our common fund," he cried, waving it gaily. "Mr. Blow, designate your terminus. We'll not be put off the train, while this lasts."
Billy Blow choked up. He directed one grateful glance at Andy. Then he snuggled Midget close, and hid his face against him.
Miss Starr put a trembling hand on Andy's arm. A bright tear sparkled in her eye.
"Good as gold!" she said softly, "and true blue to the core!"
"Thank you. I think I'll get a drink of water," said Andy, covering his own emotion at this display of others by a subterfuge.
He went to the end of the car. At the moment he put out his hand for the glass under the water tank, a person from a near seat put out his also.
"Excuse me," said Andy, as they joggled.