When he locked up for the night he lit the lantern, and went over to the
freight platform where the night watchman had just come on duty.
Bart knew him well and liked him, and the feeling was reciprocal.
He explained that a valuable trunk had to remain overnight in the
express shed, and how he had placed it.
"Just take a casual glance over there on your rounds, will you, Mr.
McCarthy?" he continued.
"I certainly will. You set the lantern so it shows things inside, and
I'll keep an eye open," acquiesced the watchman.
Bart went home feeling satisfied and relieved at the arrangement he had
made.
All the same he did not sleep well that night. About daybreak he woke
up with a sudden jump, for he had dreamed that Colonel Harrington had
thrown him into a deep pit, and that Lem Wacker was dropping Mrs.
Harrington's precious trunk on top of him.
CHAPTER XV
AN EARLY "CALL"
The young express agent was conscious that he shouted outright in his
nightmare, for the trunk he was dreaming about as it struck him seemed
to explode into a thousand pieces.
The echoes of the explosion appeared to still ring in his ears, as he
sat up and pulled himself together.
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