"Indeed, boss," he said, "I didn' mean no harm in the world by what I
said. If I had known you was one of dese gentlemens, I'd 'a' never said
a word; nor suh, that I wouldn'. An' I wouldn' 'a' tetched your dorg for
nuthin', no suh."
"Well, I'll teach you something," I said. "I'll teach you to keep a
civil tongue in your head, at least."
"Yes, suh, yes, suh," he said, "I always is, I always tries to be, I
just didn't know; nor suh, I axes your pardon. I didn' mean nuthin' in
the worl'."
"Now go in there and learn to behave yourself in the future," I said.
"Yes, suh, I will." And, with another bow, and a side look at Dix, who
was now growling ominously, he let himself in at the door and I passed
on forward.
IX
I PITCH MY TENT
When, a little later, my small charges were brought back to their mother
(to whom I had explained their absence), it was by the young lady
herself, and I never saw a more grateful picture than that young girl,
in her fresh travelling costume, convoying those children down the car
aisle. Her greeting of the tired mother was a refreshment, and a minute
after she had gone the mother offered me a part of a substantial supply
of sandwiches which she had brought her, so that I found myself not
quite so much in sympathy as before with the criticism of the road that
was now being freely bandied about the car, and which appeared to have
made all the passengers as one.
Not long after this we dropped the private car at a station and
proceeded on without it. We had, however, not gone far when we stopped
and were run into a siding and again waited, and after a time, a train
whizzed by us--a special train with but two private cars on it. It was
going at a clipping rate, but it did not run so fast that we did not
recognize the private car we had dropped some way back, and it soon
became known throughout our train that we had been side-tracked to let a
special with private cars have the right-of-way. I confess that my
gorge rose at this, and when the man in front of me declared that we
were the most patient people on earth to give public franchises, pay for
travelling on trains run by virtue of them, and then stand being shoved
aside and inconvenienced out of all reason to allow a lot of bloated
dead-heads to go ahead of us in their special trains, I chimed in with
him heartily.
"Well, the road belongs to them, don't it?" inquired a thin man with a
wheezing voice. "That was Canter's private train, and he took on the
Argand car at that station back there."
"'They own the road!' How do they own it? How did they get it?" demanded
the first speaker warmly.
"Why, you know how they got it. They got it in the panic--that is, they
got the controlling interest."
"Yes, and then ran the stock down till they had got control and then
reorganized and cut out those that wouldn't sell--or couldn't--the
widows and orphans and infants--that's the way they got it."
"Well, the court upheld it?"
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