But she seemed a little daunted when he quietly took them.
"You know there are a hundred here?"
"Yes, I should like to see what I can do among the natives. Then there is
a construction train over at the junction, and I know a lot of the
fellows. I guess some of 'em would like to come."
"The tickets are a dollar each, you know," she suggested.
"That's all right," said Camp. "Well, good-afternoon."
Mrs. Makely turned to me with a kind of gasp as he shambled away. "I don't
know about that."
"About having the whole crew of a construction train at the Talk? I dare
say it won't be pleasant to the ladies who have bought tickets."
"_Oh_!" said Mrs. Makely, with astonishing contempt, "I don't care what
_they_ think. But Reuben has got all my tickets, and suppose he keeps them
so long that I won't have time to sell any, and then throws them back on
my hands? _I_ know!" she added, joyously. "I can go around now and tell
people that my tickets are all gone; and I'll go instantly and have the
clerk hold all he has left at a premium."
She came back looking rather blank.
"He hasn't got a single one left. He says an old native came in this
morning and took every last one of them--he doesn't remember just how
many.
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