Frank felt that this was so, although he was studiously intent upon his paper, and, as the fixed contemplation remained, he chafed under it.
For some time he endured it, hoping that, the man"s curiosity satisfied, he would turn away. But nothing of the sort happened. The stranger"s interest became riveted.
Frank felt himself grow hot with resentment. He determined to put an end to it by the simple process of staring the man out of countenance.
To this end he looked up sharply, and with anything but a friendly expression in his cold eyes. As their eyes met there was something like a deliberate challenge in the exchange. The man made no attempt to withdraw his gaze, and Frank found himself looking into a clean-shaven, keen, determined face, lit by a pair of hard, satirical eyes.
Promptly the position became more than intolerable, and Frank was driven to a very natural verbal protest. He sprang from his seat and crossed the aisle. Leaning across the back of the stranger"s seat he voiced his annoyance deliberately and coldly.
"It seems to me you"ll probably know me when you see me again," he said, with angry sarcasm.
The stranger smiled amiably.
"Just depends when I meet you," he retorted, with a meaning glance at the close-cropped hair displayed under the brim of Frank"s hat.
A sudden anger lit the boy"s eyes at the taunt, and a violent protest leaped to his lips. But the stranger antic.i.p.ated him.
"Say," he drawled, "sit right down--here. I wasn"t meaning offence.
What got me looking was you"re so like--an old friend of mine. You brought the other on yourself. Won"t you sit--right down?"
The stranger"s manner was so disarmingly cordial that Frank"s heat began to die down. Still, he had no intention of accepting the invitation.
"Maybe you didn"t intend rudeness, but that isn"t the point," he said deliberately. "I"m not the man to stand rudeness from--anybody."
"Sure," said the other calmly. "Guess that"s how we all feel. Say, it"s the queerest thing. Guess you"re "bout twenty or so. Just about his age. You"re the dead image of--my friend, when he was your age. You got blue eyes and his were gray. It"s the only spark of difference. Going up Toronto way?"
Frank nodded. He somehow felt he could do no less, without returning in cold silence to his seat. Somehow he felt that to do so would be churlish, in spite of the fact that he was the aggrieved.
The keen-eyed stranger recognized his advantage in obtaining the admission, and promptly followed it up. He indicated the seat beside him and persisted in his invitation.
"Best sit," he said, with a pleasant smile. "It"s quite a long piece to Toronto. I"d a heap like to yarn with you."
The stranger was altogether too much for the simplicity of the other.
Besides, there was nothing but amiability in his manner. Perhaps after all he had been hasty, Frank thought. He was so sensitive about the brand of the prison he carried about with him. The shame of it was always with him. Anyway, it could not hurt talking to this man, and it would help pa.s.s the time. He allowed himself to be persuaded, and half reluctantly dropped into the seat.
"Say, that"s friendly," commented the stranger, with a sharp, sidelong glance at Frank"s strong profile. "There"s just one thing I got set against this country. It"s a h.e.l.l of a ways between cities. Maybe you don"t get that across in England."
"I"ve never been in England," Frank admitted.
"Ah. Maybe States?"
Frank nodded. And the man laughed.
"The land of Freedom, Graft and Finance."
"Yes, it"s an odd mixture," agreed Frank. "It"s also a land of slavery.
A queer contradiction, but nevertheless true. Three parts of the people are held in bondage to the other fourth, who represent Capital."
The stranger stirred and settled himself. He gazed keenly into his companion"s face.
"Guess you were one of the "three parts," and found the fourth--oppressive."
Frank shifted his position uneasily. Then with a sudden curious abandonment he spread his hands out.
"Say," he cried, his cheeks flushing, "I don"t know what makes me talk to you--a stranger. You"re the first man who has wanted to speak to me since--I came out. I know you"ve spotted my cropped head, so what"s the use of trying to deny it. Yes, I"ve found it, I suppose. But not in the States. Just right here in Canada, where things are much the same. I"ve just come out of Alston Penitentiary. I was sentenced wrongfully to five years, and now, at the end of one of them they"ve found out my innocence, and given me a free pardon--for not being guilty."
"A free pardon?" The stranger"s eyes were reading his companion through and through.
"Yes, a free pardon for an offence I never committed," Frank went on, with bitter indignation. "It doesn"t matter how or where it happened.
But the whole thing was worked. I mean my trial, by a man of--well, one of the millionaire cla.s.s--one of the other "fourth." Perhaps you"ll understand now why I hated you staring at me."
The stranger nodded sympathetically.
"Guess I"m real sorry," he said.
Frank shook his head.
"It doesn"t matter--now. It"s done me good to tell--somebody. See." He drew out his prison discharge and showed it to his companion, who read it over carefully. "You don"t need to take my word. That"ll tell you all you need to know."
The other looked up.
"Frank Smith?" he said.
"Frank Burton"s my name. I used the other so as to keep it from folks I didn"t want to know about it."
"I see." The stranger was studying the clean cut of the ingenuous face beside him. "And now they"ll know--I s"pose?"
"They"ve found out for themselves." The youngster"s blue eyes were shadowed in gloom.
"Ah!" The other glanced out of the window a moment. "And--what are you going to do? Go back to--"em?"
The gloomy blue eyes were turned away. Frank was staring introspectively down the aisle of the car.
"No," he said at last. "I"m not going back to them." Then he sat up and looked at his companion earnestly. "To go back would mean to become one of the other "fourth." The ranks of the submerged three-quarters is my future. I"ve learned a lot in the last twelve months. Say, have you ever been inside a prison."
The stranger"s sharp eyes lit with a brief smile. It was not a really pleasant face with its narrow eyes; nor was it a pleasant smile. He shook his head.
"I"ve seen "em--from the outside. I"m not yearning to get a peek inside."
Frank looked disappointed.
"It"s a pity," he said. "You see, you won"t understand just how I see things. Do you know, the prisons are just full to overflowing with folks who"d be free to-day--if it weren"t for the existence of that other "fourth"? Oh, I don"t mean they"ve been deliberately put away by the wealthy folk. I"m just learning that one of the greatest causes of all crime, is that, under present conditions, there isn"t enough to go round."
The stranger"s smile had become more encouraging.
"And the cure for it is--Socialism, eh?"
Frank started. Then he nodded.
"I suppose that"s what folks would call it. I call it Brotherhood and Equality."