The following day he went down to the railroad. That was the last day. Next day he would be "off." The train-master saw him and called him. A special was just going out. The Directors were going over the road in the officers' car. Dick Rail was the engineer, and his fireman had been taken sick. Jim must take the place. Jim had a mind not to do it. He hated Dick. He thought of how he had pursued him. But he heard a voice behind him and turned. Carry was standing down the platform, talking with some elderly gentlemen. She had on a travelling cap and ulster. She saw him and came forward--a step: "How do you do?" she held out her little gloved hand. She was going out over the road with her father. Jim took off his hat and shook hands with her. Dick Rail saw him, walked round the other side of the engine, and tried to take off his hat like that. It was not a success; Dick knew it. Jim went. "Who was that?" one of the elderly gentlemen asked Carry. "An old friend of mine--a gentleman," she said. "Rather run to seed--hey?" the old fellow quoted, without knowing exactly why; for he only half recognized Jim, if he recognized him at all. They started. It was a bad trip. The weather was bad, the road was bad, the engine bad; Dick bad;--worse than all. Jim had a bad time: he was to be off when he got home. What would his mother and Kitty do? Once Carry came (brought by the President) and rode in the engine for a little while. Jim helped her up and spread his coat for her to sit on, put his overcoat under her feet; his heart was in it. Dick was sullen, and Jim had to show her about the engine. When she got down to go back to the car she thanked him--she "had enjoyed it greatly"--she "would like to try it again." Jim smiled. He was almost good-looking when he smiled. Dick was meaner than ever after that, sneered at Jim--swore; but Jim didn't mind it. He was thinking of some one else, and of the rain which would prevent her coming again.