"You'll be in a long time if they hold you for that.
Here's my train."
We talked of old times, and of future meetings, during
the few minutes that remained.
"You can write me at my place of rustication," I
said, scribbling "Annandale, Wabana County, Indiana,"
on a card. "Now if you need me at any time I'll come
to you wherever you are. You understand that, old man.
Good-by."
"Write me, care of my father-he'll have my address,
though this last row of mine made him pretty hot."
I passed through the gate and down the long train
to my sleeper. Turning, with my foot on the step, I
waved a farewell to Larry, who stood outside watching
me.
In a moment the heavy train was moving slowly out
into the night upon its westward journey.