That is, Edward Billings Henry
judged him to be young by the only feature visible, a flexible, wide mouth,
with clean-shaven lips. His eyes were behind goggles, and a cap covered his
forehead and ears, meeting the tip of a high collar, which effectually
concealed his chin. But the mouth smiled as the goggles turned toward the
pavement, the owner answering lightly:--
"Halloo yourself, Dick! Jump in and try my luck."
"Where are you going?"
"Up to Congress Square."
"Well, get along then!" returned the other. "That's no good to me."
Congress Square! What luck! Exactly where Edward Billings Henry wished to
go! And here was a rapid-transit vehicle, with room enough for ten such
diminutive persons as he! Without loss of time, he limped up on his aching
stone toe and jogged the arm of the driver.
Junius looked down at the boy. Edward Billings Henry removed a man's derby
from his head and looked out of eyes kindling with hope, as he asked
eagerly:--
"Do you suppose you could get me up there inside of twenty-five minutes,
mister?"
"What do you mean?" Junius stared hard through his goggles.
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