Going my way ?" Dyke hesitated in some confusion, tugging at the ends of his fine blonde beard.
"No, no.

I guess I'll leave you here.

I've got--got other things to do up the street.

So long." The two separated, and Annixter hurried through the crowd to the Post Office, but the mail that had come in on that morning's train was unusually heavy.

It was nearly half an hour before it was distributed.
Naturally enough, Annixter placed all the blame of the delay upon the railroad, and delivered himself of some pointed remarks in the midst of the waiting crowd.