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 agent had translated the first part of the instructions to mean that he was to supply entertainment, but his well-intentined efforts to engage Prue in conversation had met with no success, and he had finally retreated again into his compartment. Once unmistakable sounds had sent Prue hastening to the door. But all that had met her gaze was a snow-plow and locomotive which, after sighing and sobbing in front of the station for a few minutes, had disappeared again into the storm.

It was getting dark now, and the agent reappeared and lighted the solitary bracket lamp beside the ticket window. Prue piled her fur coat behind her, rested her head against it and closed her eyes. Perhaps, she thought, she might be able to sleep away part of the remaining four hours. But, to her disappointment, she found that she was not the least bit sleepy, that her eyes wouldn't even remain closed. She wondered what had become of the obnoxious Mr. Forbes. For awhile he had paced