"The passengers was swarming off 'n the train and I saw 'at I must git
about poorty fast if I was to do anything. I soon hit on a plan. I jist
stepped back a piece out o' sight o' the conductor and turned my coat,
which was one o' these two-sided affairs, one side white, t'other brown.
I turned the white side out. Then I flung away my greasy skull cap and
took a soft hat out 'n my pocket and put it on. Then I watched my chance
and mixed in with the passengers who was a hunting for the conductor.
'Strange what's become o' him,' says I to a fat man, who was puffing
along.
'Dim strange, dim strange,' says the big fellow, in a keen, wheezing
voice.
"Well, you never saw jist sich hunting as was done for that conductor.
Everybody slopped around in the swamp till their clothes was as wet and
muddy as mine. I was monstrous active in the search. I hunted
everywhere 'cepting where the conductor was. Finally he got the gag spit
out and lordy how he did squeal for help. Everybody rushed to him and
soon had him free.
"It tickled me awful to hear that conductor explaining the matter. He
told it something like this:
'Devil of a great big ruffian on hind platform. Asked him for ticket.
Refused. Tried to put him off. Grabbed me. Smashed my nose. Flung me
off. Pulled the bell-rope, then lit out on me. Mauled ---- out o' me.
Had a pistol two feet long. Made me pray. Heard train a coming. Took me
to swamp. Tied me and sloped. Lord but I'm glad to see you all!'
"We all went aboard o' the train and I rode to Savanny onmolested. The
conductor didn't mistrust me. He asked me for my check and I told him
'at I'd lost it a thrashing round in the bushes a hunting him. That was
all right.
"When we got to Savanny I couldn't help letting the conductor know me,
so as I passed down the steps of the car I whispered savagely in his
ear:
'Ticket! dod blast you!'
"He tried to grab me as I shambled off into the crowd, but I knowed the
ropes. I heard him a shoutin'--
'There he goes! Ketch him, dern him, ketch him!' But they didn't.
"That conductor's name was Fuller, and I swear, stranger, 'at you look
jest like him! Gi' me a match, will you, my pipe's out. Thanky. Hope I
ha'n't bored you. Good bye all."
He shambled out and I never saw him again.
HOIDEN.
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