higher so he could the better estimate the fare he could charge his hobo-passengers, who had now risen and were rubbing their sleep-laden eyes, and then he recognized the twins, whom he had so often greeted from his passing train, and added:  “Well, I will be danged if you hoboes aren’t Widow McDonald’s twins,” and then, after he had questioned them as to their destination, and while he withdrew his lantern from the door, he finished the conversation by excusing himself:  “It’s all right, my lads,” he cheerfully said, “all charges have been settled as we brakemen do not collect toll from friends.  It’s the hoboes we are after to make them ’hit the grit’.” and with that he was gone.

[Illustration:  They were aroused from their slumbers by the bright rays shed by a lantern held by a brakeman who discovered them in the box car.]

A few hours later they landed at Grand Forks, N.D., and by keeping close to their side-door Pullman they had the luck to reach, unmolested, the outskirts of Minneapolis on the evening of the third day after leaving their home.

When the freight train slowed up to pull into the railroad yards, imitating the other hoboes whom they saw diving out of all sorts of hiding places, they jumped to the ground, scaled the right-of-way fence and made a bee line for the wonder of all wonders, that they had read, heard and dreamed so much about—­“The City.”

[Illustration:  The train enters the city]

CHAPTER VI.

“The Golden Rule Hotel.”

It required some moments before the boys became accustomed to the strange sights which spread themselves out before their wondering eyes.  The speed and the clanging of the horse-drawn street cars, the shouts of the teamsters, the gas lamps, which now as darkness was approaching were lit, while the brilliantly illuminated saloons, the gayly decorated windows of the stores and shops, in fact everything seemed to them a far different world from the one they had just left behind them upon the bleak prairie.

They walked about the streets until they felt that they must find a shelter for the night, but being afraid to accost one of the many strangers who rushed past them and who not even deigned to cast a glance at the open-mouthed lads who marvelled at the people’s haste to be gone, they tackled a gaudily uniformed policeman.  “Yes, my lads,” the good-natured guardian of the peace explained to them, after he had noted their red-bandana wrapped bundles and that their suits were somewhat the worse for their three days riding in the box car, “you of course do not wish to stop at the Windsor, the highest classed hotel in Minneapolis, but I think that I know the proper place for you, it’s the ’Golden Rule Hotel’, the best place in our city for lads like you.”  And then he directed them so they could easily find the hotel, and as a parting word, told them that it was a most reasonably priced place, as they charged only fifteen cents for a night’s lodging, and then finished his fatherly advice by adding, that every cent saved meant a cent gained.