Bart nodded calmly, consulting his watch and calculating mentally in a
rapid way.
"See here," he said briskly, "this is Lisle Station?"
"Sure."
"On the B. & M. Then the afternoon express is due here from the east in
twelve minutes."
"You seem to be well-posted."
"I ought to be," answered Bart--"I am the express agent at
Pleasantville."
"What!" ejaculated the man incredulously.
"Yes," nodded Bart, smiling. "Won't you help me get this trunk to the
platform?"
The station agent came outside and lent a hand as suggested, but he
remarked:
"The express doesn't stop here."
"Flag it."
"My orders--"
"Won't interfere, in this case," insisted Bart. "That trunk has got two
thousand dollars worth of stuff in it, and was stolen. I recovered it,
the thieves are after me, and it has got to go to Cedar Lake on Number
18."
"Well! well! well!" muttered the station agent in a daze, but hastening
to place the stop signal.
Bart went inside and unceremoniously approached the office desk. He
wrote on a slip of paper, placed it in his pocket, shifted the trunk to
the head end of the platform, and stationed himself beside it.
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