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“Got your ticket? I didn’t see you drop one in the box back yonder, cuz I was watchin’ the two of yuh,” was the astonishing reply from the guard.

“Ticket! Don, have you got a ticket?”

“No—Ned got all of them,” replied Don, but he was so hasty in moving the gum out of his tongue’s way to permit him to speak, that it almost slipped down his throat.

A tremendous coughing and choking spell caught Don, and his face turned as red as a poppy, while Dot hammered his back exultantly—now she had a chance to get even with him!

“Where’er yeh goin’—Jersey City?” now asked the guard.

“Jersey City! Why—no. We are to get off at 23rd Street,” explained Dot, surprised for the time.

“This is a Newark train,” announced the guard, wondering what he could do with two stray children.

“Oh, my goodness! Maybe Ned isn’t on this train. Was there another train in the same station?” gasped Dot.

“Sure—one on either side of the platform, but we’re always hollerin’ out where we go so folks won’t get mixed,” returned the guard.