"Yes, Lem Wacker said I would."
"What has he got to do with it?" asked Bart.
"Why, nothing, I gave him a lift down the road, and he told me that."
The driver departed. Bart stood so long looking ruminatively at the
trunk that Darry Haven finally nudged his arm.
"Hi! come out of it," he called. "What's bothering you, Bart?"
"Nothing--I was just thinking."
"About that trunk, evidently, from the way you stare at it."
"Exactly," confessed Bart. "I believe I am getting superstitious about
anything connected with the Harringtons or the Wackers. Here, give me a
lift."
"All right. Where?"
"Swing it up--I want to get it on top of the safe."
"What!" ejaculated Darry in profound amazement.
"Yes, we don't handle property in the thousands every day in the week."
"But the company is responsible only up to fifty dollars, when they
don't pay excess."
"That doesn't satisfy the shipper if there is any loss. I feel we ought
to be extra careful until we get a new office with proper safeguards,
and that expensive outfit staying here all night worries me. Up--hoist!"
Bart settled the trunk on top of the safe, and on top of that he set the
lantern.
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