"On the B. & M. Then the afternoon express is due here from the east in twelve minutes."
"You seem to be well-posted."
"I ought to be," answered Bart—"I am the express agent at Pleasantville."
"What!" ejaculated the man incredulously.
"Yes," nodded Bart, smiling. "Won't you help me get this trunk to the platform?"
The station agent came outside and lent a hand as suggested, but he remarked:
"The express doesn't stop here."
"Flag it."
"My orders—"
"Won't interfere, in this case," insisted Bart. "That trunk has got two thousand dollars worth of stuff in it, and was stolen. I recovered it, the thieves are after me, and it has got to go to Cedar Lake on Number 18."