Slowly the train rumbled out of the station, gathering speed with every moment, and leaving behind the friendly faces on the platform. The girl who had just entered the car looked about her in dismay at the rough looking crowd by whom she was surrounded. It was the last long stretch of her journey now, out on the plains and across the desert, and the porter of the sleeper had refused to let her enter the Pullman coach without a Pullman ticket. Of course it would be all right when the conductor came, but--suppose her brother-in-law had forgotten to telegraph for the reservation and she should have to spend the night in this car?…
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