Then, while Mr. Wade kept watch of Kinderhook, Captain Winton made a speech, and he told those folks plenty. He told them how the town had treated the Atkinses and boycotted them and called them names, and he told them they ought to be ashamed of themselves, and he asked them if Mr. Atkins looked like a tramp, and he said they ought to be grateful to him all the rest of their lives for saving all their hard-earned money from a swindler. And he said a lot about Mr. Atkins and how smart he had been and what a good business man he was, but it didn’t seem to have a lot of effect, though there was a little kind of mild cheering. They were too disappointed about finding out they weren’t going to be rich quick and easy. “I should like to have you and your son take dinner with Mrs. Winton and myself to-night,” says the captain. “I want to hear all about this thing quietly.” Catty heard that, and he ’most jumped out of his skin, because it wasn’t everybody that got invited to dinner at the Wintons’, and in our town if the Wintons had you to dinner, why, everybody else in town was more than willing to do the same. What the Wintons said about who was real select people was like a law. “There,” says Catty, in a whisper, “we’re respectable at last!” “Don’t see it changed your looks much.” says I. “It’s changed my _feelin’s_ a heap,” says he. Mr. Wade started to take Kinderhook down off of the band-stand, but just as he got to the bottom Kinderhook busted away and started to scoot. He was big and fat and dignified, but he run that time if he never run before, and about a thousand boys and folks chasing him. He didn’t know which way he was running—all he had in his mind was to get away from there quick. Well, he made toward the railroad station and there was a freight going through pretty fast. Kinderhook made for it regardless, with the whole dog-gone town right on his heels, and he got there just in time to make a whale of a jump for the tail-end of the last car. He caught the handle and hung on, and it was as funny a sight as I ever saw. The train jerked him off his feet and he waved out behind like a flag. It looked like he’d have to keep on waving or drop, but somehow he managed to get his legs down and slipped and floundered around, but after a while he got a holt on the ladder and climbed up and sprawled on the roof. Then the freight went around a curve and that was the last we ever saw of _him_. He didn’t look half so rich and dignified a-fluttering off of the end of that train as he did when he was sitting on the porch of the hotel. That was about the most exciting thing that ever happened in our time and it was enjoyed by all.