The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-08-26
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"PIease don't laugh like that.

Please don't laugh like that. It hurts my feelings" said Winthrop. Tt is bad enough to be taken for a-er- tramp"
 Far down the line came the faint thrill of wheels and the distant clear cut blast of a locomotive. The local freight from Los Angeles was whis- ting for the ''block."
 Winthrop glanced at his watch, then at the constable. What train is that?" asked the customer.
 The constable's eyelids dropped, then opened languidly. "Railro' train, f course" And he slid forward to his elbow and thence to the bench. Pres ently he snored.
 Winthrop strolled toward the ap- preaching train. Pretty stiff session" |" he commented. "Now, if happy chance should bring Overland Red on this freight, with his burro and outfit, I'll have one reason to offer for wanting to go with him. I've probably saved him some annoyance indirectly, but rather effectively, I think"
 The great oil burning locomotive roared in, casting heat waves that smelled of steam, iron and mechanical energy. The hot air sickened Win throp.
 A car was cut out and shunted to a siding. Then the engine, pausing tc drink gargantuan draft at the water tank, simmered away in the dusk, clanking across the switch points. A figure leaped from the freight car to the ground. Then out came a burro and several bundles. The figure s;rode to the station and filled two canteens. Winthrop walked toward the burro When he of the burro and canteens returned he found Winthrop stroking the little animals nose.
 "What the-how the-who lost you out hereT asked Overland.
 Winthrop spoke rapidly and to the point. Express this morning. Lone some again. Thought I'd make Q change. My outfit Is over at the sta tion. Don't say No before you hear me- You're going to need me-tender. feet and all.''
 But you can't'-
 "Wait. The local constable has 8 wire from the Los Angeles police tc look out for you. Perhaps you got this far because you're travelling in 8 freight car No doubt all the passe1 ger trains have been watched all alcne the line. The constable has been my
 
 asleep now. I had to do it. He told me after either the sixth or seventh glass, forget which, that he was look ing for you. Come on over to the sta tion and inspect my outfit. please. think we had better vanish" Overland breathed once deeply "Lead me to itr' he exclaimed. "Yor got my number I guess you're some lame chicken, eh? No? I'll never cal you a tenderfoot as long as I live Shake"
 The inspection of the outfit wa. brief, Take the Colts and the car tridges and the blankets and the rope. Away out in the night of stars ant
 silence plodded the patient burro, ant beside him shuf1ed Overland Red ant Billy Winthrop.
 "We'u fool 'em," said Overland "Keep joggin. We'll be over the rang before mornin'. Then let 'em find us. Winthrop, staggering along, felt hi moral stamina crumbling within him q don't know about that. Perhaps IT be drag to the expedition. I'm pret ty tired"
 Overland, experienced in the remors l that follows liquor on an empty stom | ach, swore vigorously and picturesque ly. You'll stick! Do you suppose r shake you now after you overcomin' { genuine nickel plated desert constable I Nix! That ain't my style. You be