long after Wade had clambered onto the steps and had disappeared in the darkness It was the Pullman conductor who responded to Wade's pounding on the door.

"Hello!" he said as he helped him through. "Thought you'd left us."

"I changed my mind. Thanks." He made his way back to the day coach ahead and found that two French Canadians had taken the seat he had abandoned. There was nothing left save the small seat behind the door, but he didn't care. He had found the Girl! He put his bag in a vacant rack and then turned his attention to the contents of the paper package. He had almost lost it from under his arm in that wild dash for the train, but save that the sandwiches were slightly squashed and an over-ripe banana had done its worst it was still a perfectly good luncheon. There were twelve sandwiches, some of ham and some of chicken; three oranges, four bananas—one no longer worthy of consideration,—three apples and six slices of rather stale