l, from which it
might be surmised that he was not at all displeased. He sauntered back,
rejoined his guest, and then said. "When do you propose to begin work?"

"I've already begun," said Jimmy, looking up at him. "Been thinking
about it since you left. But--I can't see just how I'm to do it until I
can meet Mr. Sayers and tell him all about Judge Granger. I think I
should go back to Princetown first of all and get full knowledge from
the superintendent of our technical advantages over all other cars. And
if I go back there Granger will have me pinched! Isn't it rotten luck?
What a chump I was! That man hates me because we look alike. It's not my
fault at all. I didn't make his lookings. If I had, I'd have tried to
make a better job of it. It seems to me that either he or I will have to
change his face. He ought to wear whiskers. A Judge without whiskers
isn't any good, anyhow, I reckon. So here I am with the biggest chance
of my life, and it's all mucked up because I can't get that chap to
forget that I helped him out with a single speech I made for him up at
Yimville. Why, if he had sense enough to appreciate it, I gave him more
free advertising than he ever had before in all his life! That apology
of mine should have made more votes for him than he'd ever have grabbed
through his own eloquence. I wouldn't harm him for anything and yet he
hates me. I tried to make it up when I met him. I went the limit. But he
was so sore he wouldn't even think of sleeping in the same section with
me, although I had the upper berth and never snore nor talk in my
sleep! He's a big man and I'm a slob; but all of that doesn't seem to
count with him. He can't forgive me because we look alike. If I were in
his place I'd feel sorry for the other chap. I'd hold conference with
him about our mutual predicament. I'd send him clippings from
interesting folks who make things for noses and tell how to grow
eyebrows and how to flatten ears and make wide grins into sweet,
diminutive smiles. I'd put him next to people who change gray eyes into
brown ones, and purple eyes into greens. What on earth am I to do to get
a passport into his state from J. Woodworth-Granger so I can keep my
job?"

He spoke almost tearfully, as if contemplating an unsurmountable
obstacle, but Martin appeared unimpressed by his woe. Indeed, he
chuckled as if amused.

"It might take time," he said, "to persuade the judge; but--suppose you
leave it to me. I have an idea tha