"Can't you find something among the express packages to help us out, sir?" she asked. "Canned goods. For instance, a case of canned milk?"
"We'll see, Miss," said the conductor, starting forward again. "At any rate, I'll let you two girls have the dog."
CHAPTER VII
THE FAT MAN INTERPOSES
The people in the Pullman car, who were much more comfortably situated than those in the smoking car, or than the crew of the train hived up in the first baggage coach, were beginning to complain a good deal now. The colored porter, with rolling eyes and appealing gestures, met the conductor and the two girls.
"Ah kyan't stan' this no longer, Mistah Ca'tah," he almost sobbed. "Da's sumpin' got t' be did fo' all dese starbin white ladies an' gemmen—ya-as sah! Dey is jes' about drivin' me mad. I kyan't stan' it."
"What can't you stand, Nicodemus?" demanded Mr. Carter, good-naturedly.
"Dey is a-groanin' an' a-takin' on powerful bad 'cause dey ain't no dining kyar cotched up wid us yet."
"Dining car caught up with us?" gasped Nan and Bess together.
"What sort of a yarn have you been giving these passengers, Nick?" demanded the conductor.