"Queer place for him to come from," said the other.
"Wall, ye see, if he'd come from Somerset Street way an' out through 'tween Neil's store and the post-office, he'd 'a' come out jest thar; but he'd 'a' had to know the lay o' the land to done it. Ef he'd ben a stranger, he couldn't help missing it an' not half try."
"But you say he was a stranger and a swell," Trafford suggested.
"He was a swell, fast enough. City rig; kid gloves—one on 'em bust, hangin' on to the rail, and got up in go-to-meetin' style; but he must 'a' knowed the way. He'd ben thar before, you bet!"
"You seem to have got a pretty good look at him."
"Wall, ye see he took the seat two in front o' me, and every time I woke up—say, them air seats hain't made to sleep comfortable in, be they—thar he was, till all of a sudden I woke up an' he warn't thar."
"Then you don't know where he got off," Trafford said, keeping the disappointment out of his voice.
