Publisher's Synopsis
Of course the boy had been summarily ejected, and the brakeman was now engaged in what he would have termed "dusting the young rascal's jacket." It was a pitiful sight, though, to see the slender, emaciated lad, whose rags hardly covered his thin body, and who could not have been much above sixteen, cowering under the punishment of the burly trainman. The brakeman was not of necessity a brute. But in his eyes the lad was "a miserable tramp," and only getting his just dues. To more humane eyes, though, the scene appeared in a different light. Some of the passengers, gazing from the windows, had ventured to cry, "Shame," but that was all that had come of it till Ralph Stetson, who had been standing with a group of his friends at the other end of the platform of the Pine Pass station, in the heart of the Canadian Rockies, happened to see what was going forward.
