ton: why, it just seems as if fortune has picked me out as a special favorite."
Frank found the train he was to take would not leave for over an hour. It was already made up and standing on its track, but still locked up and unlighted. Frank went outside and strolled up and down the dark platform alongside the train.
He was full of pleasing, engrossing thoughts, and did not notice a large, shrewd-eyed man who had followed him from the waiting room.
Frank was just returning to promenade back from the front end of the train, when a sharp rustle made him turn half around.
Instantly a pair of brawny arms were stretched out towards him. Both of his hands were imprisoned in the grasp of a sprawling fist.
"Hey, keep quiet, or I'll smash you," spoke a harsh voice. "Now then, young man, I want that money you've got in your pocket."
