from the depot platform, and the lads standing there lost no time in disappearing.
"You—you villains!" roared the stout man when he could catch his breath. "I'll—I'll have you locked up!"
"It wasn't my fault," answered Sam Day, trying hard to suppress the grin on his face. "Shall I help you up?"
"No," grunted the man, and arose slowly. "Do you know I have a dozen fresh eggs in that valise?"
"Sorry, I'm sure."
"A dozen eggs!" cried Shadow Hamilton. "Well, I never! Say, that puts me in mind of a story. Once a man bought some eggs that weren't strictly fresh, and"
"Pah! who wants to listen to your stories?" interrupted the stout man. "You had better pay for the eggs that are smashed," and he entered the car in anything but a pleasant humor.
Dave had come to the car door to greet Sam and Shadow and conduct them to a seat near his own. The stout man was so upset mentally that he bumped roughly into the youth.
"Get out of my way, will you?" grunted the irate passenger.
"Excuse me, I didn't know you owned the whole aisle," said Dave, coldly. He did not like the manner in which he had been addressed.
