5:13
I did n't press him for any more details . I 'd heard enough . I finished my invalid 's lunch and slid out . But say , when I caught the 5:13 out to Harbor Hills that afternoon I had something all doped out to slip to that bunch of comic commuters . I laid for 'em in the smokin ' car , and when Nick Barrett discovers me inspectin ' my palm blisters he starts in with his kidding again . `` Oh , you 'll be able to get out and dig again in a week or so , '' says he . `` I hope so , '' says I. `` Still strong for it , eh ? ''