the dark street they chattered, and at last they reached the freight yard and stumbled out across the tracks.
"Why, I was a 'Long-horn,' a regular hayseed, when I came to college," said Franklin, continuing the subject of their conversation. "Seems a long time ago, but it 's only four years. Take care of that switch-bar, it nearly broke my leg!"
"Thank you. What are you going to do when you leave?" asked Hart, who had allowed his new friend to lead the way.
"Don't know, exactly," Franklin returned. "All I want is the chance."
"That's what I've said for a long time," replied Hart, "but chances are not lying loose in the place from which I come. I am afraid," he added, retrospectively, "it's a one-horse town."
When the two entered the Glee Club car (which they found had been moved down the track), there were only a few of the members present, most of them having stayed up in the town to attend a small reception given by one of the Alumni.
Mr. Hart's guide introduced him to four or five young fellows, who, Hart noticed, did not
