"If the gemmen says so, den you'd better give it to him, if you-all don't want to get what Ah got."
Deeming the time had come for again calling attention to his card, Bob exclaimed:
"Mr. Perkins told me I was to present this, when I asked for the pass."
Reaching out his hand for the piece of pasteboard, the man who had refused him before, scanned it hurriedly, and said:
"You should have given me this in the first place. You see, we don't issue many passes now, and we are obliged to be very careful." And, calling to one of his clerks, he gave him instructions for making out the pass to Fairfax, after having learned from Bob that that was the destination to which he wished to go.
"You'd better sit down," said the official, "because it will take a few minutes to get it ready."
Bob was not thinking of himself, however. The idea troubled him of the porter's being discharged on his account, and after a few moments' deliberation, he called to the man who had given the instructions for the writing of his pass, and asked:
"Do you think if I should write a note to Mr. Perkins, that he would change his mind about discharging this man? I don't like to think he should have got into trouble on my account. You
