"To Chicago, first, and then out to Oklahoma."

"Well, that's far enough, so that if you don't know anything about
travelling now, you will when you get there. What part of Oklahoma are
you going to?"

"I don't just know exactly," and then, his breast swelling with pride,
he continued: "I'm going on a ranch, but I haven't decided quite yet
where."

"Folks live out there? Going to friends?"

"No."

"Well, I suppose you know your own business, but taking it all in all,
if I was you, I think I'd stay East among people I knew, and whose ways
I was used to."

"I don't believe you would if you were me," said Bob, and then tiring of
the questioning, he said: "I thought you were going to show me the
washroom. I want to be ready when Mr. Perkins sends for me."

Smiling at the manner in which Bob changed the conversation, the
brakeman led him to the lavatory, and soon Bob had made his very
primitive toilet.

In his endeavor to make himself as presentable as possible, he had
washed and wiped his face so vigorously that it almost shone. And no
sooner had he finished the task than the brakeman put his head in the