 because he kept their only baseball. He didn't throw it back. He put it in his pocket. Well, they decided they had to write a letter to the head of the railroad. Oh, my God, he took our ball. He took our ball. Well, two weeks later, the sleeper came through again. The boys had almost forgotten about their ordeal and their letter. The same porter was aboard, and he waved from the steps of the veritable Pullman car.