46 BRUNO 



CHAPTER VIII 



WE made but a short stay in Jacksonville, 

 then hurried on to St. Augustine, 

 where a former acquaintance of Julius's was 

 living with his family. We had to take a river 

 steamer to Tocoi, called Decoy by many, for 

 obvious reasons, then journey across to the 

 coast on a tiny railway. 



The steamboat on the St. John's was a first 

 experience of the kind for Bruno, who seemed 

 to enjoy it greatly, for the boat had but few 

 passengers beside ourselves, and we went up 

 and down stairs at will, making him several 

 visits in his quarters on the lower deck. 



Things were even more informal on the little 

 railway. There was no one about when we 

 boarded the train ; so Bruno followed us into the 

 passenger coach, crept under the seat, doubling 

 himself up like a shut knife, and, totally effaced 

 by the time the conductor came around, rode 

 first-class for once. It seemed such a treat for 

 us all to be together as we journeyed, that our 



