“Last one gone two hours ago.”
“When is the next train?”
“8:15 A. M.”
Dave was disappointed. That was nearly a third of a day ahead. It would be a long wait, but he decided to make the best of it. He selected a snug seat in a dark corner and began to nod before he was aware of it.
“Here, rout out,” sounded a gruff voice in his ear, and he was shaken rudely.
“Oh—yes, I was asleep,” mumbled Dave, recognizing the depot policeman.
“Going to close up. No more trains either way to-night,” he said.
“But I’m waiting for the Fairfield train.”
“Can’t do it here. Against the rules. Come back in the morning.”
“Where can I go?”