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Bob Chester's Grit; Or, From Ranch to Riches

Chapter 7 GOOD LUCK FROM BAD

Word Count: 1556    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

ferry and was soon on a boat, gliding through th

ed him with wonder. Fortunate was it for him that he was so enthralled, for the boat had bumped into her slip and the

l one of the crew exclaimed: "Hey, kid, get ashore. You can't beat

k to New York. I'm going to Chicago-and then to Oklahoma," he add

returned the other. "This is the last boat before it starts. You'll

f equipment, and, before the words had left the mouth of t

o, together with the porters and trainmen calling and shouting, bewildered the lad who had neve

, the station policeman walked

ter, kid? Looki

ago. I wish you'd tell me wh

e you?" inquired the official,

s running away angered the boy, and

ranchman, though I don't see why it is any of your business. The man on

red the policeman, ign

anaged to save from the pittance his guardian had paid him and

the official, assured by the sight of the money th

ade their way to

youngster," annou

?" asked

a chair car,"

t office, turning to his rack and taking down

ed out the money, and shoved it t

e counted the roll of bills. "Now h

ide. Its possession meant the beginning of his long-cherished dream,

et when you get on the train; you'll have time enough before you r

heir "All aboard for Chicago," and it was only by running down the pla

woodwork was of polished mahogany. Never had he seen anything so magnifice

llowed to enjoy

anguidly glanced from one to another of the occupants, as though making a mental calculation of the tips h

rise, the porter hastened t

in' in hyar?" he

passengers, who had hitherto been too busy getting themselves

o Chicago,"

ared him, and he could not help a tremor tha

icket?" snarl

forth the long strip of paper and p

runted the man. "Now, whar'

t?" ask

rlah cyar

"Isn't that enough? I told the man I wanted a

is a parlah cyar. The cyar you-all want is up fro

ted Bob. "I might get hurt, and-and besides, I want t

mind left beside the railroad tracks in a strang

o walk right fru ther other cyars, three of 'em, mind you, and you'll find your ch

y for him to leave the train in order to reach the prope

aking a move as though to seize Bob

of an elderly and well-dressed man, who was

accustomed to travelling? Why don't y

t crittur fru thre

not given the oppo

m to one side, the man who had taken the negr

how him the wa

ll anger had disappeared from his

id the boy, taking the outst

le as he thought of the unceremonious introduction to himself, who practically

poorly-clad boy passed from sight of

Ah sho has done got

punishment the railroad president would inflict on his uncivil

reached the chair car, the latter

s boy. He isn't accustomed to travelling. He'll probably need something to eat to-morrow, so either take him

ould withdraw his hand from

re in this box, Mr. Perkins. I'm j

izing from the look on Bob's face that he would give

sh. But I want you to be my gue

ands with Bob, Mr.

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