The wheels of the boxcar clacked over the tracks as it swayed toward the next town. The tramps around the fire were intently engaged in their card game.

"Whut's the name of the nex' town?" said one.

"Mis'ry," said another.

Suddenly another pair of hands pushed their way close to the fire. A big dog snuggled in closeup.

"Where'd you come from," one of the tramps grunted.

"Name's Jude."