ething in the
porter's hand which sent him on his way and left Bi snorting audibly
after him.

"You'd better shut up!" growled the dictator to Bi. "We don't want to be
conspicuous, you know. If you can't hold your tongue and act as if you
had ever traveled before, I'll get off this train at the next station
and you can whistle for your reward. Do you understand?"

Bi dropped his toothless lower jaw a trifle and his little eyes grew
narrow. This was no way to manage affable Bi. He loved a good visit, and
he had counted on one all the way to Tinsdale. He had no idea of sitting
silent.

"I understand," he drawled, "an' I'll be gormed ef I'll agree. I ain't
told you yet where we get off, an' I don't have to ef I don't wantta. Ef
you can't treat me like a gen'l'man you know where you can get off, an'
I ain't havin' to state it."

Herbert Hutton drew his arrogant brows in a frown of annoyance, and
whirled around to placate his guide:

"Now see here, you old popinjay, what's got into you?"

"No, sir, I ain't nobody's papa," babbled Bi, seeing he had scored a
point. "I have enough to do to support myself without any family."

"That's all right, have it your own way, only shut up or we'll have
somebody listening. Have a cigar. Take two. But you can't smoke 'em in
here, you'll have to go to the smoking-room. Wait! I'll see if we can
get the drawing-room."

The porter appeared and the change was effected, to the great
disappointment of Bi, who kept continually poking his head out to get a
glimpse of the fine ladies. He would much have preferred staying out in
the main car and getting acquainted with people. His cunning had
departed with the need. He had put things in the hands of this surly
companion, and now he meant to have a good time and something to tell
the gang about when he got home.

About midnight the train drew into a station and Herbert Hutton roused
himself and looked out of the window. Bi, whose cunning had returned,
followed his example. Suddenly he leaned forward excitedly and tapped
the glass with a long finger:

"That's him! That's the guy," he whispered excitedly as another train
drew in and passengers began to hurry down the platform and across to
the waiting sleeper.

"Are you sure?"

"Sartin!"

"You mean the one with the coat over his arm, and the two men behind?"
He stopped short with an exclamation.

Bi looked up cunningly. Now what was up? He saw a thunder-cloud on the
face of his compa