He wished the old sailor was with him to share the repast. He had taken
a fancy to the tar, and loved to listen to his hearty voice and open
speech.
After the lunch was disposed of, Richard took a short stroll through
the town. He did not go far, for he had the two valises with him, and
they were heavy.
Presently he returned to the station, and it was not long before the
train could be seen approaching in the distance. Along with a number
of others, Richard started to walk over to the right track.
As he did so two men, who looked like railroad officials, approached
him.
"Say, young fellow," sang out one of the men. "Hold up; we want to
speak to you."
"What is it?" asked Richard.
"Whose baggage have you got there?"
"My own and another man's."
"What man?" asked the other official.
"A gentleman I met on the train."
"Where is he now?"
"I don't know. I'm trying to find him."
By this time the train had rolled into the station. Not wishing to
miss it, Richard began to move on.
Both officials made a dive for him, and one of them caught him by the
shoulder.
"Not so fast, my fine fellow?" he exclaimed.
"Why, what--what do you want?" asked Richard, with a rising color.
"We want you to give an account of yourself," was the reply.
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