"I'll tell you all about it."
Nan was quite sure that the fat man would be ashamed to give his little
son the full particulars of his own experience on the stalled train. The
little chap, despite his affliction, was an attractive child and seemed
to have inherited none of his father's unhappy disposition.
"Good bye, Nan Sherwood!" he cried after the girl. "Come, Buster! Come,
Buster! My, Pop! Buster likes that girl!"
"Well, I don't," declared the fat man, still scowling at Nan.
"Don't you?" cried Junior. "That's funny. I like her, and Buster likes
her, and you don't, Pop. I hope I'll see you again, Nan Sherwood."
His father almost dragged him away, the spaniel, on a leash, cavorting
about the lame boy. Nan was amazed by the difference in the behavior of
Mr. Bulson and his afflicted son.
"And won't he be surprised when he learns that it wasn't Papa Sherwood,
after all, but that wicked negro porter, who stole his wallet and watch?"
Nan mused. "I hope they find the man and punish him. But--it really does
seem as though Mr. Bulson ought to be punished, too, for making my father
so much trouble."
Later "Nosey" Thompson _was_ captured; but he had spent all Mr. Bulson's
money in a drunken spree, and while intoxicated had been robbed of the
watch. So, in the end, the quarrelsome fat man, who had so maligned Mr.
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