As he clambered slowly out, the general impression was that of a man
about three sizes smaller than the one who had entered.
We left the car the instant the train stopped at Auburn, but as we
hastened away we were hailed with loud shouts by the train crew, who
followed us on the run, headed by the brakeman. We stopped behind a row
of boxcars as they joined us. With whoops and howls they slapped one
another on the back, danced about, doubled up and fairly rolled on the
ground in convulsions of laughter.
“Say, didn’t our old man hand that fellow some chunks of language? Say
now; didn’t he?” gasped the brakeman when he could speak.
“He passed it out like a regular dictionary. Just the same kind of dope
that Little Tom-tit has been feeding us on so long,” sputtered the
fireman, who it seems had left the engine on the way down to join the
gleeful circle about the manhole while the circus was going on within.
“Well, I guess I punctured his tire, all right,” vouchsafed the
conductor. “Guess he’ll go a little easy on efficiency and discipline
with this crew for a while.”
“I wouldn’t have missed that performance for five hundred dollars,”
broke in the rear brakeman. “It was the richest thing I ever heard.”
“You should have heard Miss Innocence here stringing him along when he
first came aboard. Her eyes kept a-glowing bigger and bigger, and his
chest kept a-swelling and a-swelling, till I thought I’d bust. Oh, he
was a wonderful man, all right, all right.”
“Well, boys,” remarked the conductor, whipping off his cap. “You all
admit you enjoyed a good show, that would have had a very different
ending if it hadn’t been for the quick wit of this gritty lady. Chip in
now, and pay for your reserved seats.”
Money rattled into the cap and despite our protestations the conductor
forced it into Dan’s hands. With quip and jest the men bade us good-bye,
and we passed over to the main street in search of a restaurant. Our
hunger appeased, we marched boldly to the station and took a passenger
train to Sacramento, where we made connection with the river boat for
San Francisco.
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