I was laughing immoderately at his blunder. He threw down his old valise, and said: "You are a ---- smart man, you are! Just see what a cussed fool you made of yourself and----" "Well," I interrupted, "never mind me, Doctor, how did it happen that you didn't make a fool of _yourself_?" "I did; I did, sir, until I explained what an infernal fool you were." "Did you finally think of the right name?" "Think of it? No! Of course I didn't think of it, you idiot. I have no idea of ever getting it right again." We had to go to Detroit, and there change cars for our destination. On our way there the Doctor took matters very seriously, and said I was just one of that kind that was always doing something to make an everlasting fool of myself and every one else. When we arrived at Detroit he handed me the money for our fare. We walked to the ticket office, and I laid down the money and said: "Two tickets to Pocahontas." "Poca--what?" said the agent, "Where in the deuce is that?" I turned to the Doctor and said: "Great Heavens! Where are we going? Tell me the name." "Oh, you cussed fool, you ought to be dumped into the Detroit River! See what you have done!" At this he began to prance around, tearing backwards and forwards and swearing at the top of his voice, calling me all manner of names, and at last said to the agent: "We are both infernal fools, and don't know where we _are_ going; but no one is to blame but that idiot over there," pointing to me. I then said to the people gathered around, looking on with a mixture of surprise and curiosity: "Gentlemen, we are on our way to some town with an Indian name." One man suggested Ypsilanti. "Oh, Ypsilanti!" the Doctor shrieked. "That's where we came from." Another said Pontiac. "There, there, that's it!" the Doctor cried. "Now buy your tickets, and let's go aboard the train before we get locked up!" I secured the tickets, making sure that they read PONTIAC, and we boarded the train. The Doctor took a seat by himself, and while sitting there, looked at me over his spectacles, with his plug hat on the back of his head, and his chin resting on his cane. He continued to make the atmosphere blue, in a quiet way, and repeatedly referred to the fact that we must certainly have appeared like two very brilliant traveling men. I was beginning to feel that I had caused considerable trouble and humiliation. Suddenly the Doctor jumped to his feet, and starting from the car on a run, cried out: "Good ----! I haven't re-checked my trunk." I ran after him. He made a bee line for the baggage room, and rushing up to the counter, threw down his check and yelled: "For ----'s sake, hurry up and re-check my trunk before the train leaves." "Where to?" asked the baggage-man. "To Pocahontas!" screamed the Doctor. "Poca-the-devil!" said the agent. Then began a genuine circus. Neither of us could think of the right name, and the train was to leave in less than three minutes.