lays out to alter his plans for him is going to get left."

But we couldn't stay out there in that mad storm; we should have frozen
to death. So we went in again and shut the door, and began to suffer
once more and take turns at the break in the window. By and by, as we
were starting away from a station where we had stopped a moment Thompson.
pranced in cheerily, and exclaimed,

"We're all right, now! I reckon we've got the Commodore this time. I
judge I've got the stuff here that'll take the tuck out of him."

It was carbolic acid. He had a carboy of it. He sprinkled it all around
everywhere; in fact he drenched everything with it, rifle-box, cheese and
all. Then we sat down, feeling pretty hopeful. But it wasn't for long.
You see the two perfumes began to mix, and then--well, pretty soon we
made a break for the door; and out there Thompson swabbed his face with
his bandanna and said in a kind of disheartened way,

"It ain't no use. We can't buck agin him. He just utilizes everything
we put up to modify him with, and gives it his own flavor and plays it
back on us. Why, Cap., don't you know, it's as much as a hundred times
worse in there now than it was when he first got a-going. I never did
see one of 'em warm up to his work so, and take such a dumnation interest
in it. No, Sir, I never did, as long as I've ben on the road; and I've
carried a many a one of 'em, as I was telling you."

We went in again after we were frozen pretty stiff; but my, we couldn't
stay in, now. So we just waltzed back and forth, freezing, and thawing,
and stifling, by turns. In about an hour we stopped at another station;
and as we left it Thompson came in with a bag, and said,--