So Joe and his fellow-artists did not have to turn to tent work that night.
In looking over the advance booking list one day, Joe saw Bedford marked down.
"Hello!" he cried. "I wonder if that's my town." It was, as he learned by consulting the press agent.
"Are you glad?" asked Helen.
"Well, rather, I guess!" Joe said.
And one morning Joe awakened in his berth, and looked out to see the familiar scenes of the town where he had lived so long.
"Bedford!" exclaimed Joe. "Well, I'm coming back in a very different way from the one I left it," and he chuckled as he thought of the "side-door Pullman," and the pursuing constables.