The Tenderfoots

IT was on the second evening after he had walked up-town with Harry Bromley that Reddick, the railroad passenger agent, squared himself at his desk in the Union Depot office to scowl discontentedly at a basket of freshly opened mail. Though the redheaded young man boasted that he was case-hardened and had no nerves, he had the quick sympathies of his temperament, and he had lately figured in a business episode the effect of which had been to leave him chafing and ashamed and ready to quarrel with his job. While he was absently fingering the letters in the "Unanswered" basket, the door was opened and Philip drifted in.

"Loafing around down below, I saw your office lighted and thought I'd climb up and smoke a pipe," was his greeting to Reddick. "If you are busy, go on with your job and don't mind me. I shan't talk."