"Then _I_ will show him the way. Come, son."

And he held out his hand, while all anger had disappeared from his face,
as he looked at Bob kindly.

"My name is Bob Chester," said the boy, taking the outstretched hand and
shaking it.

"And mine is Horace Perkins," returned the elder man, unable to restrain
a smile as he thought of the unceremonious introduction to himself, who
practically owned the road. "I am sorry you should have had so
unpleasant an experience."

And as the railroad magnate and the poorly-clad boy passed from sight of
those in the car, the porter moaned:

"Oh, lawdy, lawdy! Ah sho has done got mahself in a mess."

And the comments of the other passengers, as they prophesied the
punishment the railroad president would inflict on his uncivil
employee, told him that they agreed with his opinion thoroughly.

As Bob and his distinguished guide reached the chair car, the latter
beckoned to the brakeman and said:

"I am Mr. Perkins. I presume you know that I am the president of this
road. I want you to keep an eye on this boy. He isn't accustomed to
travelling. He'll probably need something to eat to-morrow, so either
take him into one of the railroad restaurants, or bring him some lunch