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 answered the negro with a broad grin. "You said they was friends of yours."

"Well, when does the next train go to Boston?"

"Three o'clock, sir."

"When does it arrive?"

"Eight-thirty—if she's on time."

"The deuce!" sighed Wade. Far out in the yard the tail end of the Shore Line Express switched itself out of sight.