saw her. Then again, perhaps her husband won't prove very
accommodating."

"I've thought of that, Mr. Perkins. If I can't find them, I shall try to
get some work somewhere, so that I can earn money enough to pay my fare
from Chicago."

"You'll succeed all right, Bob," said the railroad president. "You have
the right spirit of grit. But I have a plan which will do away with the
necessity of depending upon the good nature of Mrs. Cameron or her
husband."

And taking one of his cards from his pocket, Mr. Perkins wrote several
words on it, and then handed it to Bob.

"If you'll take this card to the offices of the Grand Pacific, which you
will find in the building directly across from the station where we
arrive in Chicago, they will give you a pass, which will carry you to
any part of Oklahoma you desire to go. I want you to accept it as a
present from me. You can tell them to what place to make it out, and as
it will take many hours to reach your destination, I want you to accept
this money, so that you can buy your food." And he handed Bob a
twenty-dollar bill. "If you are careful, you will have something left
when you reach that part of Oklahoma to which you decide to go."

Before Bob could recover sufficiently from his surprise to express his
thanks, Mr. Perkins had arisen, and saying that it was necessary for him
to get off the train at the next station, went back to his car, leaving
Bob in contemplation of his pass and money.