"Swing it up—I want to get it on top of the safe."
"What!" ejaculated Darry in profound amazement.
"Yes, we don't handle property in the thousands every day in the week."
"But the company is responsible only up to fifty dollars, when they don't pay excess."
"That doesn't satisfy the shipper if there is any loss. I feel we ought to be extra careful until we get a new office with proper safeguards, and that expensive outfit staying here all night worries me. Up—hoist!"
Bart settled the trunk on top of the safe, and on top of that he set the lantern.
When he locked up for the night he lit the lantern, and went over to the freight platform where the night watchman had just come on duty.
Bart knew him well and liked him, and the feeling was reciprocal.
He explained that a valuable trunk had to remain overnight in the express shed, and how he had placed it.
"Just take a casual glance over there on your rounds, will you, Mr. McCarthy?" he continued.