52 THE FACE OF THE FIELDS 



you jump a high board-fence. There, crossing the 

 open square toward the station, was a big burly- 

 fellow with a club — looking for me. 



" I flattened for a moment, when some one in 

 the yard yelled at me. I preferred the policeman, 

 and grabbing my pail I slid over to the street. 

 The policeman moved on past the corner of the 

 station out of sight. The square was free, and 

 yonder stood a cab ! 



" Time was flying now. Here was the last lap. 

 The cabman saw me coming, and squared away. 

 I waved a paper dollar at him, but he only stared 

 the more. A dollar can cover a good deal, but I 

 was too much for one dollar. I pulled out another, 

 thrust them both at him, and dodged into the 

 cab, calling, 4 Cambridge ! ' 



" He would have taken me straight to the 

 police station, had I not said, ' Harvard College. 

 Professor Agassiz's house ! I 've got eggs for 

 Agassiz ' ; and pushed another dollar up at him 

 through the hole. 



" It was nearly half-past six. 



" ' Let him go ! ' I ordered. ' Here 's another 

 dollar if you make Agassiz's house in twenty 

 minutes. Let him out. Never mind the police ! ' 



