As they turned to look at the long line of passenger coaches, now slowly drawing to a stop in the depot, Ben uttered a cry of surprise. Seated at an open window he had seen the great, glorious, grey eyes, and their owner. Beside her sat an elderly gentleman, while in a seat, immediately in their rear, was his antagonist of the previous evening. His own surprise prevented him from noticing that Tommy's face had grown ashy white, and while the boy's teeth were clenched until his lips grew blue, his eyes glowed with an unnatural fire. Cleveland was about to move off toward the train, when Tommy caught him by the arm.
"Where are you going?" he asked, hotly.
"On that train, Tom; I must, I must!" answered he, little appreciating what he was saying.
"Don't be a fool. What are you going to do on that train without money?"
Ben immediately recovered his senses, and looked dejected.
"What's the matter with you, partner?" asked Tommy as he took him by the arm and the two turned away. "What ails you?"
"Tom," said Ben solemnly, "it may seem very foolish to you, but I should like to know that young lady, very much."
"What for?"
"I—I don't really know; but I should, indeed I should!" he repeated earnestly.
"Ben, I'll tell you something for your consolation," said the boy; "they are going to St. Louis, too!"