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  Thursday night, Grit cleaned the cabin and packed everything he owned into two old carpetbags that he'd found discarded before he left Jackson, Michigan. He thanked Mrs. McCaskey, his landlady, and told her he'd be leaving.
  
  "I've left the place clean as I can so you can rent it to someone else," Grit told her. "And I've chopped enough wood to last at least a coupla more weeks." She thanked him and wished him well.
  
  When he got to work, he stacked the two carpetbags near his work so that he could keep his eye on them, and he placed his three heavy-duty axes on top. When Paulie arrived, Grit asked, "You ready to roll on outta here?"
  
  "Got all my stuff packed," Paulie said.
  
  "Alright, we'll be off right after work," Grit said.
  
  "Is it dangerous catching a ride on the railroad?" Paulie asked.
  
  "Comin' down here from Michigan, I had a run-in with the railroad bulls—that's the railroad police more or less."
  
  "What happened?"
  
  "I only had $5, so I had no way to buy a ticket. I jumped in an empty railcar and was sleepin' when I heard the freight door slide back. Two of the big bulls jumped on with cudgels. I got up to face 'em, and they came after me."
  
  "What happened?"
  
  "They were tellin' me how they were gonna break my legs and arms and smash my skull, and I think they really intended to do that before throwing me out of the car. I was a little scared, but when the first one swung that stick, I caught the oak cudgel he had and slammed it into the head of the other one, then into the head of the first. I waited until the train started, then I made 'em both jump off in Chicago. I didn't realize they had guns, and as soon as they hit the ground, both of 'em were firin' shots at me.
  
  "I rode the train and got off just shy of Toledo. It's good I did too 'cause I walked on down to the rail yard and found out those two bulls had telegraphed ahead, and there was a crowd of ten bulls and policemen to meet me at the station. I waited till later that night and caught another train into Cleveland, then to Berea."
  
  "Oh, I hope we don't have trouble with 'em," Paulie said. "I'm no good at fightin'."
  
  "Don't worry about it, Paulie," Grit said. "I'll take care of it."