the ejectment proceedings, it was admirable. The conductor returned
to find a kicking, rolling, gouging mass of kinetic energy knocking
the varnish off all one end of the car. A head appearing, he coolly
batted it three times against a corner of the seat arm, after which
he pulled the contestant out by the hair and threw him into a seat
where he lay limp. Then it could be seen that Jimmy had clasped
tight in his embrace a leg each of the other two. He hugged them
close to his breast, and jammed his face down against them to
protect his features. They could pound the top of his head and
welcome. The only thing he really feared was a kick in the side,
and for that there was hardly room.

The conductor stood over the heap, at a manifest advantage.

"You lumber-jacks had enough, or do you want to catch it plenty?"

The men, drunk though they were, realized their helplessness. They
signified they had had enough. Jimmy thereupon released them and
stood up, brushing down his tousled hair with his stubby fingers.

"Now is it ticket or bounce?" inquired the conductor.

After some difficulty and grumbling, the two paid their fare and
that of the third, who was still dazed. In return the conductor
gave them slips. Then he picked his lantern from the overhead rack
whither he had tossed it, slung it on his left arm, and sauntered
on down the aisle punching tickets. Behind him followed Jimmy.
When he came to the door he swung across the platform with the
easy lurch of the trainman, and entered the other car, where he
took the tickets of the two women and the boy. One sitting in the