"Just to the station, sir."
"What for? Has my freight arrived?"
"Mr. Hurn, for the 11.10,"--he explained respectfully.
"Ah, yes!" I cried, in an overvoice; "I keep forgetting that I have just waked up. You saw him off? Ah--did he leave any message for me? I overslept, and did not see him this morning."
"No, sir; I had no message," he replied. "But he's a liberal man, Mr. Hurn, sir." He grinned and slapped his pocket; then, with a look of doubt, he straightened out one leg to allow his hand inside; the look grew more doubting; he stood up and searched systematically, under the seat, everywhere.
"Guess it rolled out," I said, very much interested. "What was it?"
"A silver dollar," he answered, mournfully.
"Oh, well, I'll make that up," I called, and shut the window.
I took out my wat
