And so he shoved out the wad. Fingers seized it; and then the light vanished, and he heard the sound of footsteps running. For a moment he did not understand. Then, “Give me my five dollars!” he yelled, and rolled back the door and leaped out. He was just in time to see the figure with the lantern vanish among the cars up the track. He started to run up the track and tripped over a tie and fell headlong into a ditch. When he scrambled to his feet again the long train was beginning to move, and the light of the lantern was nowhere to be seen. CHAPTER IV Samuel's money was gone, but he was suffering too keenly from hunger and thirst to worry about it for more than a minute. Then the thought came to him--he was here in a lonely place at night, and the train was going! If he were left he might still starve. He ran over and caught the iron ladder of one of the freight cars and drew himself up and clung there. Later on he climbed on top of the car; but the wind was too cold--he could not stand it, and had to climb down again. And then he realized that he had left the bundle of his belongings in the empty car. Fortunately for him the train began to slow up at the end of an hour or so, and peering out Samuel saw lights ahead. Also there were lights here and there in the landscape, and he realized that he had come to a large town. The east was just beginning to turn gray, and faint shadows of buildings were visible. Samuel got off and walked up the track very carefully, for he was stiff as well as weak. There was a light in one of the offices at the depot, and he looked in at the window and saw a man seated at a desk writing busily. He knocked at the door. “Come in,” said a voice, and he entered. “Please, may I have a drink of water?” he asked. “Over there in the corner,” said the man, scarcely looking up from his papers. There was a bucket and dipper, and Samuel drank. The taste of the water was a kind of ecstasy to him--he drank until he could drink no more. Then he stood waiting. “I beg pardon, sir,” he began timidly. “Hey?” said the man. “I'm nearly starved, sir. I've had nothing to eat for I don't know how long.” “Oh!” exclaimed the other. “So that's it. Get out!” “You don't understand,” began Samuel, perplexed. “Get out!” cried the man. “That don't go in here. No beggars allowed!” Beggars! The word struck Samuel like a whip-lash. “I'm no beggar!” he cried wildly. “I--” And then he stopped. He had been going to say, “I will pay for it.” He went out burning with shame, and on the spot he took his resolution--come what might, he would never beg. He would not put a morsel of food into his mouth until he had earned it. Across from the depot was a public square, and a broad street with trolley tracks. Samuel walked down the street; and then, feeling weak and seeing a dark doorway, he went in and crouched in a corner. For a while he dozed; and then it was daylight. People were passing.