the train came along and our hero got aboard, along with a dozen
or fifteen others. He waved a hand to Ned and his friend shouted out
a good-bye. Then the train moved on, and the town was soon left in the
distance.

The car that Joe had entered was not more than quarter filled and he
easily found a seat for himself by a window. He placed his suit case at
his feet and then gave himself up to looking at the scenery as it rushed
past.

Joe had never spent much of his time on the railroad, so the long ride
had much of novelty in it. The scenery was grand, as they wound in and
out among the hills and mountains, or crossed brooks and rivers and
well-kept farms. Numerous stops were made, and long before Philadelphia
was gained the train became crowded.

"Nice day for riding," said a man who sat down beside our hero. He
looked to be what he was, a prosperous farmer.

"It is," answered Joe.

"Goin' to Philadelphy, I reckon," went on the farmer.

"Yes, sir."

"That's where I'm going, too. Got a little business to attend to."

"I am going there to try my luck," said Joe, he felt he could talk to
the old man with confidence.

"Goin' to look fer a job, eh?"

"Yes, sir."

"Wot kin ye do, if I might ask?"

"Oh, I'm willing to do most anything. I've been taking care of rowboats
and working around a summer hotel, at Lake Tandy."

"Well, ye won't git many boats to look at down to Philadelphy!" and the
old farmer chuckled.

"I suppose not. Maybe I'll strike a job at one of the hotels."

"Perhaps. They tell me some hotels down there is monsterous--ten an'
twelve stories high. Ye don't catch me goin' to no sech place. In case
o' fire, it's all up with ye, if you're on the twelfth story."

"Are you going to Philadelphia to stay, Mr.----"

"Bean is my name--Josiah Bean. I'm from Haydown Center, I am. Got a farm
there o' a hundred acres."

"Oh, is that so!"

"Wot's your handle, young man?"

"My name is Joe Bodley. I came from Riverside."

"Proud to know you." And Josiah Bean shook hands. "No, I ain't going
to stay in Philadelphy. I'm a-going on business fer my wife. A relative
left her some property an' I'm a-goin' to collect on it."

"That's a pleasant trip to be on," was our hero's comment.

"I'll feel better when I have the six hundred dollars in my fist. I'm
afraid it ain't goin' to be no easy matter to git it."

"What's the trouble!"

"I ain't known in Philadelphy an' they tell me a feller has got to be