"
"And what did you do at the Junction?" asked the conductor, quickly.
"Oh, I know!" cried Bess, as her chum hesitated. "She got off the train
and killed a big rattlesnake that was just going to bite a little
girl--yes, you did, Nan Sherwood!"
"You're the girl, Miss!" declared Mr. Carter, drawing out his notebook
and pencil. "There have been some inquiries made for you."
"Mercy!" ejaculated Nan. "I don't want to hear anything more about that
old snake."
The conductor laughed. "I fancy you won't hear anything unpleasant about
the snake," he said. "Where do you live, Nancy Sherwood?"
"I live at Tillbury," Nan said. "But I sha'n't be home much this
vacation."
"Where will you be, then, about the first of the year?"
"I'll tell you," Bess cried briskly, and she gave Mr. Carter Mr. Mason's
address in Chicago.
The conductor wrote it down carefully in his notebook. Nan was
impatient.
"Can't you find something among the express packages to help us out,
sir?" she asked. "Canned goods. For instance, a case of canned milk?"
"We'll see, Miss," said the conductor, starting forward again. "At any
rate, I'll let you two girls have the dog."
CHAPTER VII
THE FAT MAN INTERPOSES
The people in the Pullman car, who were much more comfortably situated
than those in the smoking car, or than the crew of the train hived up in
the first baggage coach, were beginning to complain a good deal now.
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