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 "Next car forward, sir. Here you are, sir. Got a berth for this gentleman, Cap?"

"No, nothing left; everything taken. Just sold the last one half a minute ago."

"How about a berth in the smoking room?" asked Wade a trifle blankly.

"All taken," answered the conductor impatiently, turning to help a passenger aboard.

"Sorry, sir," said the porter. "Go into a day coach, sir?"

"Sure! Hustle along!"

"A-all abo-oard!" sang the conductor. A bell clanged somewhere. Wade sprang up the steps of a day coach and the porter tossed the bag after him.

"Thank you, sir." He caught the coin deftly in midair. "Better see him again, sir; there might be something left; sometimes folks don't turn up."

"Well," Wade reflected philosophically as he carried his bag to a seat, "it won't be the first time I've slept in a day coach. And, anyhow, I've got some supper."