ould not catch a syllable. "Trustees!" That
word stayed with him. "Estate" was another promising one, and the fact
that her hair had been remembered. He nodded his old head sagaciously,
and later when the three men settled back in their seats more
comfortably with their eyes closed he slid back to the water-cooler and
so on through the sleeper to the drawing-room.

Hutton was sleeping the sleep of the unjust, which means that he woke at
the slightest breath, and Bi's breath was something to wake a heavier
sleeper. So they sat and planned as the train rushed on through the
night. Now and again Bi took a pilgrimage up to the day coach and back
to report the three travelers still asleep.

About six o'clock in the morning the train slowed down, and finally came
to a thrashing halt, waking the sleepers uncomfortably and making them
conscious of crunching feet in the cinders outside, and consulting
voices of trainmen busy with a hammer underneath the car somewhere. Then
they drowsed off to sleep again and the voices and hammering blended
comfortably into their dreams.

The passengers in the day coach roused, looked at their watches,
stretched their cramped limbs, squinted out to see if anything serious
was the matter, and settled into a new position to sleep once more.

Bi, stretched for the nonce upon the long couch of the drawing-room
while his superior occupied the more comfortable berth, roused to
instant action, slipped out to the platform and took his bearings. He
had lived in that part of the country all his life and he knew where
they ought to be by that time. Yes, there was the old saw mill down by
Hague's Crossing, and the steeple over by the soft maple grove just
beyond Fox Glove. It would not be a long walk, and they had a garage at
Fox Glove!

He sauntered along the cinder path; discovered that the trouble with the
engine was somewhat serious, requiring to wait for help, took a glimpse
into the day coach ahead to assure himself that the three men were still
safely asleep, and sauntered back to the drawing-room.

His entrance roused the sleeper, who was on the alert instantly.

"Say, we got a hot box an' a broken engyne!" Bi announced. "It'll take
us some time. We ain't fur from Fox Glove. We could santer over an' git
a car an' beat 'em to it!"

"We could?" said Hutton. "You sure? No chances, mind you!"

"Do it easy. Those guys are asleep. They won't get to the Junction 'fore
ten o'clock, mebbe later, an