“‘Oh, that’s all right, Hen,’ said Charlie, speaking up breathless.
“‘Yes, I know it is,’ said I, ‘but I want you to hear Mister MacBayne say it. Remember, when those engines leave your division, they belong to me until I see fit to bring ’em back.’
“The old man was looking queerer than ever. ‘See here, Hen,’ said he, ‘what devilment are you up to, anyway?’
“‘Nothing at all,’ said I. ‘I just want two engines. You can’t run a railroad without engines, Mister MacBayne.’
“‘Well,’ said he, then, ‘how about me—what do you want of me?’
“‘Why, I’ll tell you,’ said I. ‘Why don’t you hook your car on to No. 6 and go back to Pittsburg to-night?’ You should have seen his good eye light up at that. Getting out of the state suited him about as well as anything just then, and he didn’t lose any time about it. When he had gone, Charlie said:—
“‘Now, Hen, for heaven’s sake, tell me what you’re up to?’
“‘Not a bit of it,’ said I. ‘I don’t see what business it is of yours. You belong back on your division.’
“‘Well, I ain’t going,’ said he. ‘I’m going wherever you go to-night.’