"If you mean in the crew's kettles," said the conductor, "I can assure
you, young lady, there is nothing. This crew usually eats at the end of
the division. It's not like a freight train crew. We'd be a whole lot
better off right now," added the conductor, reflectively, "if we had a
caboose attached to the end of this train. We'd stand a chance of
rustling up some grub for all these hungry people."
"Oh, dear!" gasped Bess. "Do you s'pose we're going to be hungry long?"
"They say one doesn't notice it much after about eight days," her chum
said, chuckling.
"Ugh!" shivered Bess, "I don't much care for your kind of humor, Nan
Sherwood."
The conductor suddenly glanced at Nan more keenly and asked, "Are you
Nancy Sherwood, Miss?"
"Why, yes, sir."
"And you go to school somewhere upon the shore of Lake Huron?" he
pursued.
"Why, yes, sir."
"We go to Lakeview Hall. And we know Linda Riggs," blurted out Bess,
remembering what the baggage-man had advised them to say to the
conductor.
"Oh, indeed?" said Mr. Carter; but his interest remained fixed on
Nan. "You didn't go to school last September over this division, did
you?" he asked.
"No, sir. We went from Chicago," replied the wondering Nan.
"Your train was broke in two at the Junction to put in a car?"
"Yes, sir.
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