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 his head. By and by he looked at his watch. 'We've got to hurry,' he said.

We're almost there,' said Miss Kathleen, 'See, there's the viaduct she told us about.'

"We hurried along and went in under the shadow of the great girders and there, sure enough was a turn-stile and a little ticket-office; but there was no light in the ticket-office, and the turn-stile only turned one way, and that was the way that kept us out.

"Uncle Fred looked at Miss Kathleen and smiled cheerfully,—I could see by the sputtering electric light across the street. 'We've got just three minutes,' he remarked.

Well, why don't you do something?' exclaimed Miss Kathleen, desperately.

I could climb over,' said Uncle Fred, 'Could you?'

No,' said Miss Kathleen, 'I couldn't, and you couldn't, either. The space at the top wouldn't even let Bess through. No, do something else. The ticket-agent must be asleep,—pound on the window.'

"Uncle Fred tried to look through the glass, but it was all dark, so he began to pound on the