As the foreman took his big beard out of sight somebody out where the
cars were shouted:

"All aboard! All aboard!"

Ralph saw people rushing out and jumping on the train that was on the
point of starting. He suddenly was seized by an idea that he was about
to be left. So he ran out with the crowd and was about to climb into a
drawing room coach, when a trim colored man dressed in blue, who was
standing at the steps, stopped him.

"Let's see your ticket please."

Ralph drew it forth and was about to hurry on in, when the porter
handed it back.

"Dis ain't your train, boy," said he with a somewhat contemptuous
accent. "Dis yere's a parlor coach fo' Atlanty."

"Wh--where is my train then?" asked Ralph, not knowing what to do next.

"Ain't made up yet," called the porter as the cars moved away, leaving
the lad looking about him rather foolishly.

"Made a jack of myself again," said he, as he remembered that the agent
had told Emmons when they bought their tickets, that the Savannah train
would not leave for an hour.

He returned to the waiting room and sat there very quietly until the