"It did," replied the operator, with emphasis, "and more, too. Said you were a particular friend of 'Old Man' Perkins, and advised Jenkins to treat you well, as one man had got into trouble through being uncivil to you."
"But I made that all right; at least, I wrote a note asking Mr. Perkins to take the porter back again," answered Bob innocently.
The overheard message had a salutary effect upon both the operator and agent, and they took a new interest in the boy who was a protégé of the railroad president.
After asking Bob about the incident of the parlor car, they told him to make himself comfortable, and when he felt hungry to let them know.
"I could eat now," smiled Bob, his troubles vanished.
"Then I'll have one of my men go with you to a restaurant just up the street a little way."
"You're very kind, but I can go alone," replied Bob.
"I don't doubt it," laughed the station master. "But, after that wire from Chicago to Jenkins, I don't want anything to happen to you while I am responsible.
"Hey, Tom," he called to one of the trainmen, "take this boy up to Sweeney's, and see that he has a good feed."
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