oing to parade up and down the aisle
incessantly."

"Don't worry," said Tommy Tucker soothingly. "I'll adjust this little
matter for you."

If Sydney had been less interested in his game, he might have felt
slightly apprehensive. The Tucker twins were famous for their
"adjustments."

Tommy went down the aisle and slipped into the seat directly back of the
woman who did not approve of boys. She turned and regarded him hostilely,
but he gazed out at the flying landscape. The moment she turned around,
he ducked to the floor.

"What do you suppose he is doing?" whispered Bobby to Betty. "Tommy can
think up tricks faster than any boy I ever knew."

Whatever Tommy was doing, he finished in a very few moments and sauntered
back to the checker game, his eyes dancing.

Sydney and Winifred were absorbed in their game, and the others, with the
exception of Bobby and Betty, had not noticed Tommy's brief absence.

"Oh, look!" Betty clutched Bobby's arm excitedly. "What has
happened to her?"

The woman, who had sat with her watch in her hand, snapped it shut,
prepared to make another journey to the water cooler. She half rose, an
alarmed expression flitted over her face, and she sank into her seat
again. Tommy's eyes were studiously on the checkerboard.

With one convulsive effort, the woman struggled to her feet, grasped the
bell-cord and jerked it twice, then dropped into her seat and began to
weep hysterically.

The brakes jarred down, and the train came to a sudden stop that sent
many of the passengers m a mad scramble forward.

In a few moments the conductor flung open the car door angrily. Behind
him two anxious young brakesmen peered curiously.

"Anybody in here jerk that bellcord?" demanded the conductor, scowling.

"Certainly. It was I," said the elderly woman loftily.

"Oh, you did, eh?" he bristled, apparently unworried by her opinion.
"What did you do that for? Here you've stopped a whole train."

"I considered it necessary," was the icy reply. "Perhaps you will be good
enough to call a doctor?"

"Are you ill?" the conductor's voice changed perceptibly. "I doubt if
there is a doctor on the train, but I'll see."

"Tell him to hurry," said the woman commandingly. "I think I'm
paralyzed."

"Paralyzed!" Tommy Tucker gave a loud snort and fell over backward into
the arms of his twin.

The conductor shot a suspicious glance toward him. He had traveled on
school trains before.

"You seem to be all righ