Now we've got two copies of the same book,--two copies of the 'Early
Christian Martyrs,' and--"
"But, husband, we can--"
"No, we can't, either!" interrupted Mr. Watson. "The man is off on the
train before this. Confound it! I could kill the fellow. I--"
"Why, there he goes to the depot now," said Mrs. Watson, pointing out of
the window at the retreating form of the book-agent making for the
train.
"But it's too late to catch him, and I'm not dressed. I've taken off my
boots, and--"
Just then Mr. Stevens, a neighbor of Mr. Watson, drove by, when Mr.
Watson pounded on the window-pane in a frantic manner, almost
frightening the horse.
"Here, Stevens!" he shouted, "you're hitched up! Won't you run your
horse down to the train and hold that book-agent till I come? Run! Catch
'im now!"
"All right," said Mr. Stevens, whipping up his horse and tearing down
the road.
Mr. Stevens reached the train just as the conductor shouted, "All
aboard!"
"Book-agent!" he yelled, as the book-agent stepped on the train.
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