my last day here. I'm going out West to-morrow."
An old table, two worn chairs and an over-turned box furnished the small room; through an open door Caroline spied a tumbled bed. A kitchen, dismantled and dreary, faced her.
"The agent gave me five dollars for all I left," the woman said, "I don't know which of us got the best o' the bargain. Now, about you. Where do you live? I s'pose they're looking for you right now while we're talking. Do you know where you left the automobile?"
"Oh, yes." Caroline stared frankly about her. "Wasn't there a man in here? Where did he go?"
The woman grunted out a sort of laugh. "If you're not the limit!" she murmured. She stepped to the door of the kitchen, looked in, and beckoned to Caroline.
"I suppose you heard him carrying on," she said, "he's in there. Poor fellow, he's all worn out."
Caroline peered into the kitchen. With his rough, unshaven face resting on his arms, his
