The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1916-02-17

and opening it now, found another saw
age summons from Seagrue bidding
him come to 116 Sloan alley, Las We
gas, at once.
Spike tried to pull together his dis
ordered wits. He felt in his pockets
for his money and his ticket Every
pocket was empty. He then walked
back to the station to go to Vegas
anyway. The train, after changing en-
gines, was ready to pull out. A passen-
ger brakeman, espying Spike as he
ambled up, asked his destination.
I'm going west" declared Spike con-
fusedly.
Turn around" suggested the brake
man unsympathetically.
Don't get fresh," growled Spike.
Where's your ticket?" demanded
the trainman roughly.
Lost it," returned Spike, laconic-
ally.
The conductor, accompanied by a
special agent, came along. Hearing the
talk, he asked the trouble. The spe-
cial agent, listening one moment and
sizing up Spikes appearance, pulled
him forward by the collar and declared
If he ever caught him on the right Of
way again he would stick him on q
rock pile for thirty days. Spike was
incontinently hustled off the platform
and the company detective got aboard
satisfied. A moment later the train
drew out. But Spike, watching his
chance and making run, had board
ed the end of a car and hidden under
the vestibule trap, which was down.
Awaiting further opportunity, he
watched until the conductor passed
through the corridor into the next
coach. Then, opening the door, Spike
climbed inside and seated himself
without explanation or apology very
comfortably in the observation coach.
His daring move did not, however, es-
cape the conductors vigilance, and
coming back presently to demand a
ticket, the train guardian was disagree
ably surprised to find that he again
had the impudent tramp on his hands.
He once more summoned the special
agent and a wrangle ensued. Spike
declared the brakeman must have
robbed him during the night of his
ticket and what money he had. This
assertion naturally failed of sympa-
thetic reception, and as the train
slowed on the desert for Helen's sta
ton, Spike was firmly escorted by
three men through the door of the
coach. Helen, when the train stopped,
was at the express car signing for the
registered package containing Rhine
lander's right-of-way contracts. She
oIo ;o%1 oil
to the camp.
Returning to the Office, she saw the
disturbance at the steps of the obser
walton car, where Spike, vehemently
protesting, was again about to be
hustled off the right of way. Helen
reached the group at the very crisis,
for Spikes surliness, enhanced by his
condition, had made him an ugly Gus
toner to handle. The special agent,
in point Of fact, was about to knock
him down and drag him out when
wretched tramp.
"Where does he want to go?" asked
Helen quickly of the conductor.
When he answered, Cup the road"
and the circumstances were explained
to her, she made plea: ''Let him
stay on" she urged. II will pay his
fare to Baird
Spike stared at the turn affairs had
taken. Things were getting too COM
come to his rescue. He thought he
was dreaming until the special agent
jerked him away from Helen and told
Spike in vigorous English some of the
things he thought Of him and his kind.
Spike could in conscience do no other
than grin. But he realized who had
interposed to save him from beating
and he continued to feel mixed sensa-
lions of surprise and confusion in per-
ceiving that his rescuer should be
Helen Holmes.
The conductor signaled the cab. The
special agent climbed aboard and the
train pulled out. When Helen turned
to 20 back into the station, Spike, who
had declined to board the train, stood
near the door. He intercepted and
tried to speak to Helen. But Helen
was almost as much afraid of his graft
tude as she was of his enmity, and
tried to make light of her action and
pass on.
But Spike was serious and not to be
shaken off. For the first time, as far
as he could recall, in his life someone
persistently injured by him had Of
fered, with none but a kindly motive,
to do him a good turn. eff ever get
a chance, miss, I'll pay you back. Stop
a minute, won't you? Just minute"
Helen reluctantly paused. "You don't
think I mean it," muttered Spike. Il
do. Thank you for your kindness" He
shamefacedly held out his grimy hand.
Twill you shaker"
Helen shrank back, but as he