After half an hour a carriage drew up close to the fence and stopped. He slouched over to the narrow pedestrians' gate at one side of the office. Two young men, carrying a large, black tin box between them, alighted from the vehicle, paid the driver and entered the enclosure, fastening the gate behind them. When they had disappeared Willie pulled at the gate but suddenly desisted in his attempt to force an entrance as the heavy hatch of the ticket-office fell with a bang and the same two young men were revealed at the weather beaten counter. He watched them as they unlocked the box, on the shiny top of which the bright sun gleamed, and saw one of them take out several big bunches of blue tickets. Willie approached the window, then, hesitatingly. His chin barely touched the edge of the shelf so he stood on his toes. "Say--my ticket here?" he asked, boldly. The young man who was arranging the bundles on the shelf looked down. "What do _you_ want?" he inquired, tersely. "I want my ticket." "Got a quarter?" Willie Trigger's toes gave way beneath him, but he bobbed up again almost instantly. "He said there'd be one here--in a envelope." "What?" snapped the young man, "_who_ said there would--what you _talking_ about anyway?" Willie endeavored to explain. He was laughed at for his pains. "Run along now," the officious young man commanded. "There ain't any ticket for you here. Run along--or--or--I'll call a policeman." The mouth, then the nose, then the eyes, then the little gray cap of Willie Trigger descended below the window ledge and he commenced to sniffle. A large, jagged stone lay on the grass not ten feet away, and as his eyes fell upon it his sniffling ceased. He picked up the stone. He poised it in the air an instant, then with all the strength at his command he flung it diagonally across the fence. He heard the clatter as it struck the thin boards at the end of the ticket office. He did not linger to observe any further effect of his assault, for when the officious young man who had denied to him the existence of his ticket, crawled upon the ledge and gazed off down the road, there was no little boy in sight.