“Quit your joking,” growled Young. “For two cents I’d knock your head off. There’s my train and I can’t stop here chewing the rag any longer.” He got up, bag in hand and grinned mockingly down at the other. “Give my love to Strobe when you get back, sport. So long.” Joe sighed regretfully and stood up. “All right,” he murmured. “There’s no hurry. I don’t mind seeing a little of the world while I’m at it. I dare say Toledo or Detroit is quite worth visiting.” Young, who had started toward the door, turned. “If you try to follow me,” he said menacingly, “I’ll do for you, kid!” “You won’t get a chance,” replied Joe simply. “I’d rather go home from here, of course, but if you want to be silly I’ll give you as far as Toledo to think it over.” “What would you do in Toledo?” sneered the other. “Have you arrested, of course. That’s the only thing I can do if you don’t make good before. I might have done it here, but I thought you’d prefer to keep out of trouble, and now”――he looked around the waiting-room――“there isn’t a policeman in sight.” “Have me arrested!” jeered Young. “Try it, kid! Go ahead and try it! Why, I never saw you before in my life! Tell that yarn to a cop and see what will happen.” “All right, let’s go out on the platform. There’s one there, I guess.” Young’s eyes dropped, but after an instant’s hesitation he turned toward the door again. “Sure! Come on and find him!” Joe kept close at his elbow and they passed through the door and into the throng on the long platform. The west-bound train had pulled into the station a few minutes before and outside all was bustle and confusion. Young paused and looked up and down the platform. “There’s a cop down there,” he exclaimed. “Come on and we’ll finish this up right now.” He pushed past Joe and made his way with difficulty in and out of the crowd. Joe followed close on his heels. Above the sound of escaping steam and the noise of the crowd he heard the cry of “All abo-o-oard!” He was quite certain that Young had not seen a policeman in the direction he was taking and was wondering whether the former meant to make a sudden dash for liberty when he was once free of the throng or, at the last instant, leap aboard the train. There was a sound of releasing brakes, at the other end of the long train a bell clanged warningly, and, an instant later, the cars began to move slowly past. They were out of the crowd now and near the end of the train. Joe saw Young turn his head a little in the direction of the moving train and something warned him to be on his guard. Young swung around and faced him. “I was sure I saw a cop down here,” he said puzzledly. “Where do you suppose he got to? See him anywhere?”