"Oh!" cried Nan. "Are you Mr. Carter?"
"Yes, I am, Miss. But this dog?"
"Is in the baggage car," Nan said eagerly. "And he's so cold and hungry and lonesome. He's just crying his heart out."
"He is?"
"Won't you let us take him into our car where it is warmer and take care of him?"
"That nuisance of a pup?" demanded the conductor, yet with twinkling eyes that belied his gruffness. "I know he's yapping his little head off."
"Then let us have him, sir, do!" begged Nan earnestly.
"Take him into the Pullman, you mean?"
"Yes, sir, we'll take the best care of him," promised Nan.
"Against the rules!" declared the conductor, briskly.