"Numba two is yours, sah. Right heah—all nice and cosy, and already made up."
The big man looked through the curtains into the cabined confinement, and groaned:
"That! Haven't you got a man's size berth?"
"Sorry, sah. That's as big a bunk as they is on the train."
"Have I got to be locked up in that pigeon-hole for—for how many days is it to Reno?"
"Reno?" The porter greeted that meaningful name with a smile. "We're doo in Reno the—the—the mawnin' of the fo'th day, sah. Yassah." He put the baggage down and started away, but the sad fat man seized his hand, with great emotion:
"Don't leave me all alone in there, porter, for I'm a broken-hearted man."
"Is that so? Too bad, sah."
"Were you ever a broken-hearted man, porter?"
"Always, sah."