It was a very hot day and the fat drummer who wanted the twelve-twenty train got through the gate at just twelve-twenty-one. The ensuing handicap was watched with absorbed interest both from the train and the station platform. At its conclusion the breathless and perspiring knight of the road wearily took the back trail, and a vacant-faced "red-cap" came out to relieve him of his grip.
"Mister," he inquired, "was you tryin' to ketch that Pennsylvania train?"
"No, my son," replied the patient man. "No; I was merely chasing it out of the yard."
