"Yes--y-e-a-s," she spoke as though the effort caused her intense pain. "I want--to--go to Chicago." "Yes. Have you a ticket?" "Yes." "Where is it?" "Where's what?" "Where's your ticket?" "I ain't got no ticket." "Have you got money?" "No. I do' want money. I jist want you to take me to Chicago." "But I can't take you without you pay fare." "Can't you? I've been standin' there in the rain all night, but nobody would let me on the train--all the trains is gone but this one. I'd most give up when you said, 'Git on,' er somethin'." "Why do you want to go to Chicago?" "Oh! I must be there fur the trial." "Who's trial?" "Terrence's. They think my boy, Terrence, killed a man, an' I'm goin' up to tell th' judge. Of course, they don't know Terrence. He's wild and runs around a heap, but he's not what you may call bad." The poor woman was half-crazed by her grief, and her blood was chilled by the cold rain. She could not have been wetter at the bottom of Lake Michigan. When she ceased speaking, she shivered. "It was good in you to let me git on, an' I thank you very kindly." "But I can't carry you unless you can pay." "Oh! I kin walk soon's we git ther." "But you can't get there. I'll have to stop and put you off." The unhappy woman opened her eyes and mouth and stared at the conductor. "Put--me--off?" "Yes." "It's rainin' ain't it?" She shivered again, and tried to look out into the black night. "Don't you know better than to get onto a train without a ticket or money to pay your fare?" "Yes; but they'll hang Terrence, they'll hang 'im, they'll hang 'im," and she moaned and rocked herself. Patsy went on through the train and when he came back the woman was still rocking and staring blankly at the floor, as he had found her before. She had to look at him for some time before she could remember him. "Can't you go no faster?" Patsy sighed. "What time is it?" "Six o'clock." "Will we git there by half after nine?--th' trial's at ten." "Yes." Patsy sat down and looked at the wreck. "Now, a man who could put such a woman off, in such a storm, at such an hour, and with a grief like that," said Patsy to himself, "would pasture a goat on his grandmother's grave." * * * * * When Patsy woke at two o'clock that afternoon, he picked up a noon edition of an all-day paper, and the very first word he read was "Not guilty." That was the heading of the police news.