Another man, who wore big gloves and grimy over-alls, had come up, and
laughed when he heard Foster's explanation.

"You sure look pretty lively after falling off the Montreal express.
Guess you must have done that kind of thing before? But our bosses are
getting blamed particular about these free rides."

Foster opened his wallet and took out a strip of paper, folded in
sections, but it was not by accident he held two or three dollar bills
against it.

"There's my ticket. I bought it at the agent's office, but I expect
you know what would have happened if I'd got it on board. Anyway,
you've heard of the drummer who beat his passage from Calgary to
Toronto at the cost of a box of cigars."

The brakesmen grinned, because the hint was plain. It is said on
Western railroads that when a conductor collects a fare he throws the
money at the car-roof and accounts to the company for as much as sticks
there.

"Well," said the first man, "I guess we'll take our chances and you can
get into the caboose. You'll find blankets, and a bunk where you can
lie down if you take off your boots. We'll dump you somewheres handy
for catching the next east-bound."

Foster found the caboose comfortably warm. There was a stove in the
middle and two or three bunks were fixed to the walls. In a few
minutes the train they waited for went roaring past, and when the