He leaned back with a sigh and, thrusting his hands deep into his
pockets, smiled wanly at his vis-à-vis.

"There!" he said, with feeble triumph, "I've carried out the sentence."

And it did him good to drink in her mirthful, waggish laugh.

"Yes!" she conceded gaily, "you certainly did great execution, though you
look more like a prisoner just reprieved."

Jerry, screwing up his small snub nose leered triumphantly across her lap
at Alice. "Goozlemy, goozlemy, goozlemy!" he squeaked, "that man was a
real hobo."

His grimace was returned with interest. Alice hugged her puppy awhile
contentedly, murmuring in that canine's ear, "What a silly old thing that
tomato-can must have been. If I'd been him I'd have kept my mouth shut."

"Cow Run!" intoned the brakeman monotonously, passing through the
coaches, "Cow Run next stop!" His eye fell on Redmond. "Wish I'd seen
you before, Officer!" he remarked, "I'd have had a hobo for you. Beggar
stole a ride on us from Glenbow, back there. The con's goin' to chuck
him off here--do you want him?"

"No!" said Redmond shortly, "let the stiff go--I'm going on to
Davidsburg--haven't got time to get messing around with 'vags' now."

The train began to slow down and presently stopped at a small station.
Mechanically the quartette gazed through the window at the few shivering