But just before the train started, the Governor heard his name called, and stepped out upon the platform of the palace-car, when he saw the old chieftain coming up the track.
“I owe you a debt, senor,” said he, “y le pagarè en consejo, I want to pay it off in good advice: Beware of those strangers.”
“What strangers?”
“The caballeros who invented this machine.”
“Is that what you came to tell me?” laughed the Governor as the train started.
The old Cabo waved his hand in a military salute. “Estamos ajustade, Senor Commandante, this squares our account.”
—Atlantic Monthly, Jan., 1884.
MY ORDERS.
“Ticket, sir!” said an inspector at a railway terminus in the City to a gentleman, who, having been a season ticket holder for some time, believed his face was so well known that there was no need for him to show his ticket. “My face is my ticket,” replied the gentleman a little annoyed. “Indeed!” said the inspector, rolling back his wristband, and displaying a most powerful wrist, “well, my orders are to punch all tickets passing on to this platform.”