Then he gave my hand another squeeze, and, leaning back, shut his eyes entirely. That minute the engine gave out a sharp yell that nearly scared me to death. The cars heaved a jerk and a jolt, the man on the platform sung out something, and before I could say Jack Robinson, my fellow-passenger made a dive under the seat, dragged out his satchel, and made for the door, bowing as he went, and hustling out something about its being his station. While I was a-staring after him with all the eyes in my head, the cars gave another jerk, and, splash-bang, away we went, so fast that the man scooting along that platform, waving his hand backwards, seemed to be swimming in fog. Sisters, I must say that a feeling of lonesomeness fell upon me after he went; his conversation had been so scientific and interesting that I felt the loss. Besides that, I felt a little hungry, and thought I'd take a bite of something to eat. So I stooped down, lifted the satchel to my lap, and tried to open it. The lock, it seemed to me, had got a stubborn twist, and wouldn't open; just then the conductor came along, and I gave him a pitiful look. "Please, sir, help me a little," says I; "it won't open all I can do." The conductor came forward, snatched hold of the satchel, and wrenched it open. "Thank you," says I, lifting my eyes to his gaze, and diving my hand down into the satchel, for I meant to give him a doughnut for his politeness; but instead of that luscious cake, my hands sank into a half peck of sawdust packed close in the satchel my fellow-passenger had left behind. "Look there," says I; "isn't it dreadful, and I an unprotected female?" "Was your money in the bag?" asks the conductor. "No," says I, putting one hand up to my bosom, to make sure it was safe. "I always keep my money where--no matter, the--the handsome upstart will have a splendid feast of turnovers and doughnuts, besides a lively drink of cider; but as for money, that is in a safe place." "And your ticket?" "That," says I, "not being private property, like money, is kept handier." With that, I took the ticket from inside of my glove and handed it to him. "All right," says he, "the scamp hasn't made so much of a haul as he expected."