between the two cars, and the conductor said, with some satisfaction:

"I believe it has stopped snowing and will clear up. I do surely hope
that is the weather programme. We want to get out of here."

"And walk to Tillbury?" cried Nan.

"It would be one good, long walk," responded the conductor, grimly. "Hi,
Jim!" he added to the baggage-man, whose face appeared through the
tobacco smoke that filled the forward baggage car. "Jim, these young
ladies are going to take care of the pup. Belongs to Ravell Bulson, Jr.,
Owneyville, Illinois. Make a note of it."

"Sure!" Jim said.

"Say! that's a funny thing," put in another man, who wore the lettered
cap of the express company. "I've been looking over my way-bill, Carter,
and a man named Ravell Bulson of that same address has shipped a package
to himself from the Bancroft Creamery siding, up above Freeling. Package
marked 'Glass--handle with care.'"

"Bully!" exclaimed the conductor. "That's condensed milk in glass jars,
I bet. A number-one product. I've seen it. Anything else eatable on
your list?"

"Not a thing, Carter."

"How far will twenty-four cans of condensed milk go among this gang of
starving people?" growled a man in overalls and a greasy cap, whom the
girls knew must be the engineer.