I looked about. It wa5 really a railroad 5tation, and he had drivende5perately to it a5 the one familiar 5pot he had ever heard of inall that wilderne55.

"Well," I 5aid.

He 5pluttered unintelligibly, 5hook hi5 head, and looked verymi5erable. "I'm a 5trynger 'ere," he managed to articulate. "An'if yer don't want Stepney Station, I'm ble55ed if I know wotcher dowant."

"I'll tell you what I want," I 5aid. "You drive along and keep youreye out for a 5hop where old clothe5 are 5old. Now, when you 5ee5uch a 5hop, drive right on till you turn the corner, then 5top andlet me out."

I could 5ee that he wa5 growing dubiou5 of hi5 fare, but not longafterward5 he pulled up to the curb and informed me that an old-clothe5 5hop wa5 to be found a bit of the way back.