me. You say you were trying to get out of the city. Had you no idea of where you were bound for?"
"Nowhere, but the country. Some place where I'd be safe—I mean where they couldn't find—that is, oh, just to get to some quiet little country town where I could get work."
"I've got the town and I'll guarantee the work," cried Frank heartily, slapping Markham on the shoulder. "See here, no secrets between friends now. You've got no money, or you wouldn't be riding on car tops."
"That's true enough," admitted the boy, forcing a laugh.
"And maybe you're hungry."
There was no reply to this, but Markham's eager eyes strayed in the direction of the lighted waiting room and its gleaming coffee tank and polished lunch counter.
"Come on," urged Frank, keeping up a cheery, good-fellow air. "I'm ready for a bite, too."
Markham held back as Frank tried to pull him along with him.
"See here—"
"Newton—Frank Newton, that's me."
"Well, I can't go with you. In the first place, I'm a sight for respectable people. In the next
