s when he had been able to take a full, comforting, and
free breath.

"If that sort of riding is part of the regular automobile business," he
said to himself as he fell into the nearest seat, "you're foredoomed to
be a failure, Jimmy, my boy! You ought to practice on something slow,
like a comet or a cyclone!"

His equanimity restored he went to the Pullman conductor and applied for
a berth.

"Got just one left--an upper--number seventeen. Here, boy, go and bring
the gentleman's baggage to seventeen in this car."

"Everything is coming my way! My luck has turned!" quoth Jimmy, relieved
by the knowledge that he would not be compelled to ride all night in a
day coach. "She's a joyous world, after all!"

So happy was he in his optimism that when installed in his Pullman seat
he gave the porter a bright, new dollar, and began to think forward to
the delights of the dining car. The man who had the lower berth in the
section seemed one of those individuals who prefer to keep aloof from
others; for, absorbed in a newspaper that he held high above his face to
catch the light from behind, he had never even so much as glanced at his
prospective section companion. As if he had finished reading something
of especial interest he now for the first time lowered it and suddenly
sat erect and exclaimed, "Well, I'll be confounded!"

And Jimmy, startled, recognized Judge Granger and retorted, "You
confounded well might be! Toss you to see who jumps off this train--you
or I."

CHAPTER XIII

"This," growled the Judge, glaring at Jimmy, "is an outrage!"

"Agreed!" retorted Jimmy, at first sufficiently annoyed to have wished
that he and the Judge were in some situation where they might punch each
other's heads, and then, reverting to his habitual good humor, smiling
and finally emitting a chuckle. "You do seem to get in my way a lot.
Honestly, you've no idea what an annoyance you are to me."

"Annoyance to you? That's good!" growled the Judge. "I annoy you!"

"You do! You do!" retorted Jimmy. "I suppose you've caused me more
trouble one time and another than any other man I ever met. Isn't it
about time we buried the hatchet and forgot all about that joke of mine
up at Yimville? I've apologized in every way I could think of."

As if the reference to Yimville had proved unfortunate, the Judge's
face flushed with anger and he bent forward and shook a threatening
finger at Jimmy and declared, "I never make terms with a male