"Can't you find something among the express packages to help us out,
sir?" she asked. "Canned goods. For instance, a case of canned milk?"

"We'll see, Miss," said the conductor, starting forward again. "At any
rate, I'll let you two girls have the dog."




CHAPTER VII

THE FAT MAN INTERPOSES


The people in the Pullman car, who were much more comfortably situated
than those in the smoking car, or than the crew of the train hived up in
the first baggage coach, were beginning to complain a good deal now. The
colored porter, with rolling eyes and appealing gestures, met the
conductor and the two girls.

"Ah kyan't stan' this no longer, Mistah Ca'tah," he almost sobbed. "Da's
sumpin' got t' be did fo' all dese starbin white ladies an' gemmen--ya-as
sah! Dey is jes' about drivin' me mad. I kyan't stan' it."

"What can't you stand, Nicodemus?" demanded Mr. Carter, good-naturedly.

"Dey is a-groanin' an' a-takin' on powerful bad 'cause dey ain't no
dining kyar cotched up wid us yet."