“Say, will you boys get quiet and go to sleep?” begged a nervous man across the aisle. “I’ve got to get up early.”
“Sorry we disturbed you,” spoke Jerry. “Good-night, Ned.”
“Good-night.”
“Thank goodness!” grunted the fussy man.
There was silence for a moment. Then, from the berth just forward of Jerry, came an inquiry.
“Jerry, did you see what I did with that specimen of the long-tailed scorpion?”
“Oh, mercy!” screamed a woman from somewhere in the car. “I hate bugs!”
“You expressed it back to the college with the other things, Professor Snodgrass,” answered the tall lad.
“Oh, so I did. Good-night.”
“Good-night.”