The station-master came out of his shack for the eighth time. Again he walked around the formidable pile of baggage. Then he paused and looked Jim in the eye.
"Waitin' for someone?" he asked.
"Yes, for Mr. Hammond of Millbrook," answered Jim.
"Amos Hammond?"
"Yes."
"My name's Harvey White."
"Mine is James Todhunter."
"Ye're an American?"
"You bet."
"Had yer dinner?"