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TEE GIRL AND HER TRUST
"Hello, you!" called the express messenger from the door of the baggage car. "Here's your weekly salary."
At this both grinned, as men will at an established joke that, shorn of its pristine piquancy, still emerges at its appointed time, like the cuckoo in the clock, and provokes its companion response.
"Hand it over," said Jack. "What, with the cost of high living, I need this to keep the wolf from the door."
The messenger passed out the heavy leather bag to Jack, and they continued to swap pleasantries until, at a snort from the locomotive, the train was jerked into motion and the wheels began to sing over the rails as they revolved faster and faster in their exit from Hillville.
While Jack and the messenger had been talking, facing toward the passenger coaches, two unkempt and evil-looking heads had been thrust round the forward end of the car, and four sharp and cunning eyes had fastened upon the heavy leather bag. The two grimy and ruffianly men, who had stealthily raised themselves from the bumpers, turned toward each other with significant gestures.
"We kin make it, Bo," hoarsely whispered one.
"Sure!" his companion agreed. "Jump for dat pile of freight, an' I'll folly yeh."
Their rush from the train was not noticed, but, tho screened by the wall of cases and crates, they sought a concealment more complete.
"Do a sneak under de planks before dem ginks get hep to us ! " urged the tramp nearer the train. At the word, they scrambled and tumbled from the edge of the platform to the ground and rolled under. The train started up and Jack turned and crossed the dusty strip that lay between the platform and the station. The tramps, peering out, saw him go into the baggage room and close the door. Even had he looked back, he would have seen nothing, for a conveniently intervening bush played ac
JACK LEAVES GRACE IN CHARGE
complice to the skulking and evilintentioned strangers.
Jack locked the bag in the ironbound express box and carried the key into the ticket office. Here was an opportunity to reinstate himself by keeping strictly to business.
"Grace," he said in quite a matterof-fact, impersonal way, "here is the key to the express box. I put the $2,000 in it, and I'll leave the key with you in case the Simpson outfit calls for the bag. I'm off to lunch, but I'll hurry back. I dont like the idea of leaving you here alone. I guess you better have my gun. ' '
"Why, how foolish!" laughed Grace. "I've stayed here alone every day, haven't I?"
"Yes, but somehow I feel leery about leaving you today," he answered, as he brought a revolver from a desk at the rear of the office. ' ' Now, I'll fill this," he continued, putting in the cartridges, "so that all you would have to do "
"I dont want that revolver. Take it away!" cried Grace, nervously.
"But you ought to have it in case anything happens," he insisted.
"Nothing's going to happen — nothing ever happens here!" was the scornful retort.
"Well, if you wont take it, all