And then again someone nudged him, and he sat up with his old terrified start! He had been snoring again,of course! And now what? He fixed his eyes ahead of him, with painful intensity, staring at the platform as if nothing else ever had interested him, or ever could interest him, all his life. He imagined the angry exclamations, the hostile glances; he imagined the policeman striding toward him—reaching for his neck.Or was he to have one more chance? Were they going to let him alone this time? He sat trembling; waiting—