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"Train! Where?" he cried. It had gone. 



Striving wheeled quickly. 



A big-boned thoroughbred gray was standing 

 near him, and he was sure he heard a ripple of 

 clear laughter, then he raced for the station. In 

 the distance the train was just disappearing and 

 all he could see was the end of the rear car and a 

 flutter of green flag. When he returned the 

 Master was still chortling and rocking from side to 

 side on his horse. Striving hardly knew w^hether 

 to be angry or not. The girl had turned her face 

 away as he approached, but he could see her 

 shoulders shake. He stopped. 



"You knew," he whispered, and the derby hat 

 bobbed up and down. 



Striving knitted his brows in vexation. 



"IVe got to get OH somehow, Jerry. I wish I 

 could stop but — " 



The Master grinned exasperatingly. 



"Only two trains stop here, the one you came 

 on and the other at two." 



"Oh Lord!" Striving groaned, "and my brief, 

 what will Atkins say?" 



"Let Atkins go hang," the Master insisted, 

 "and jump on my second horse. She'll give you 

 the ride of your life." 



Striving shook his head again vigorously. The 

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