scared Bob, and he asked, assuming an air of confidence that he did not feel:
"What's the matter with that pass?"
"Nothing, provided you are Bob Chester. But I don't see why you should be given one."
"Well, if it's all right, and properly made out, I don't know that it's any concern of yours why it was given to me. If you have any doubt about it, why don't you find out from the people who issued it?"
"That's a good idea. It's just what I was going to do. I will just keep it until I know it's all O.K."
And, putting the piece of official transportation in his pocket, the conductor moved along through the car.
With dismay and a feeling of foreboding, Bob watched the conductor go from his car with the precious pass. He dared not protest; indeed, the thought of the proper way to make an objection did not occur to him. In fact, he did not know that he could do so, and his own temerity in calling attention to the fact that it was made out had startled him. But bitterly did he rue his suggestion that the conductor keep the all-important paper until he was satisfied as to its genuineness.
In a few minutes Bob noticed the brakeman come into the car and stare at him. But he did
