"Rats!"
"Yes, sar. It is very h'annoying, is it not?"
"Do you want me to lose my job?"
"Oh, MON!"
"I'm going to speak to the boss, if you don't let up. I don't want to get fired."
"Never mind you, for these h'engagements. I will work for you."
Becoming really concerned lest he should be accused of withholding fares, Kirk did speak to Runnels, explaining fully, whereupon a watch was set, with the result that on the very next morning Allan was chased out of the railroad yards by an unfeeling man with a club. Failing for a second time to evade the watchful eyes of the gateman, he ranged back and forth beyond the iron fence like a captive animal, raising his voice to heaven in weird complaint. He was waiting when the train pulled in that evening, glued to the iron bars, his eyes showing as white in the gloom as his expansive grin of welcome.
For several days this procedure was repeated with variations, until the dreadful threat of arrest put an end to it. Allan had conceived a wholesome respect for Spiggoty police, and for a few days thereafter Kirk was rid of him. Then one morning he reappeared as usual in one of the forward coaches.
"How the deuce did you make it?" asked Anthony.
Allan proudly, triumphantly, displayed a ticket, exclaiming: