him Sherry read one of the documents and came out again.
The second day of Markham's residence in Greenville, he had done quite an heroic act. It had made the railroad men his friends. One of their number had celebrated pay day too freely. He had stumbled across a track.
Markham had run at the top of his speed, and had even risked life and limb to reach him in time to drag him out of the way of a freight train backing down upon him.
"Mr. Young," said Markham, running into the depot by one side door as Sherry left it by another, "you remember me?"
"Sure, I do. How are you?" said the depot master heartily.
"I'm worried to death to find out what that man who was just here is up to," said Markham, hurriedly.
"Up to? Down to, you mean," flared out Young. "He's served a paper on me as the representative of the railway company, notifying me that we are to hold the car containing Mrs. Ismond's furniture until the matter of a debt she owes old Dorsett is settled in court."
"Mrs. Ismond does not rightfully owe him a
