Ifoundtheagentwilling，ofcourse，tosleepontheflooroftheoffice。Thetoystationwasalsohishome。Thefrontcompartmentheldtheticketandtelegraphandmailandexpresschattels，andtherailing，androomforthepublictostand；throughadooryouthenpassedtothesitting，dining，andsleepingbox；andthroughanothertoacooking-stoveinapigeon-hole。Hereflourishedtheagentandhislungs，andherethecompany’sstrictordersbadehimsleepincharge；soIhelpedhimputhisroomtorights。Butweneednothavehurriedourselves。Mr。McLeanwassolonginbringingtheladythatIwentoutandfoundhimwalkingandtalkingwithher，whilefiftyyardsawayskulkedpoorTexas，alone。Thisboy’snamewas，likehimself，ofthesomewhatunexpectedorder，beingManassasDonohoe。
AsIcametowardsthenewfriendstheydidnotappeartobejoking，andonseeingmeMissBucknersaidtoLin，“Didheknow？“
Linhesitated。
“Youdidknow!“sheexclaimed，butlostherresentmentatonce，andcontinued，veryquietlyandwithafriendlytone，“Ireckonyoudon’tliketohavetotellfolksbadnews。“
ItwasIthatnowhesitated。