yer know as I was a-makin' some coffee over to the station, and yer
could come and get it if yer liked."

"Yes, and get arrested into the bargain," said Spotts.

"I thought of that," replied the man, "and so I've drawed a line onto
the platform with this piece of chalk, jest where the boundary be, and
so long as yer stays to the northard of it yer can't be ketched."

"How are we to know that that is just the boundary?" asked Banborough.

"'Pears to me you're mighty 'spicious. Anyhow, thar's the line and
thar's the coffee. Yer can take it or leave it, jest as yer likes."

"I'd make it worth your while to bring it to us down here," said Cecil.

"Humph!" returned the maker of beverages. "I don't go totin' coffee all
round the country, and I'd like to remind yer as potatoes ain't eggs and
don't need no hatchin', so the sooner you gets through settin' on 'em
the better I'll be pleased." And turning his back he slouched away to
the station.

"What do you think about it?" said Banborough to Spotts.

"I think it's a plan," replied the actor. "A New England farmer never
misses a chance of making a penny when he can do so, and that fellow
would have been glad enough to sell his coffee to us at a fancy price
anywhere we chose to drink it if he hadn't been offered more to entice
us up to the station."

"Well, I'm not going to pass the rest of my days on top of a
potato-hill," said Mrs. Mackintosh spitefully. "I'm so stiff now I can
hardly move."

"Yes, I don't think there's much to wait for," agreed Cecil. "But where
shall we go?"

"To the next station, I guess," said the tramp. "But in Canady that's as
likely to be thirteen miles as it is two, and this track ain't ballasted
for a walking-tour."

The fair Violet heaved a deep sigh.

"What is it?" asked Banborough anxiously. "Don't you feel well?"

"I do feel a little faint," she replied, "but I dare say I'll be better
in a minute. I shouldn't have sighed, only I was thinking what an old
wretch that station-master is, and how good that coffee would have
tasted."

"You shall have some," he said, determined not to be outdone again by
Spotts, "and I'll get it for you myself."

"No, no!" she protested. "I didn't mean that. I shouldn't have said it.
I wouldn't have you go for worlds. You'd surely be arrested."

"Nonsense!" he replied. "I think I can manage it and get back safely,
and you and Mrs. Mackintosh must have something sustaining, for you've a
long walk befo