"A trick, I'll wager," spoke Frank.
"Well, sort of," admitted the younger lad. "Do you see that fussy old gentleman over there?" and he pointed to one who had kept the porter busy waiting on him ever since the train started.
"Sure we see him," admitted Frank. "We'd be blind if we didn't. Are you going to pull his chair out from under him, or merely toss him off the train?"
"Neither one," declared Andy stoutly. "I guess you think I don't know how to work tricks."
"I've seen you pull off one or two that you wished you hadn't tried," commented his brother, dryly.
"Not this time," said Andy. "What I'm going to do is this: Right across the aisle from the fussy man is an old maid. I'm going to change their valises, for they're just alike, and I'll put the man's where the lady's is, and terra firma."
"Terra firma?" repeated Billy, much mystified.
"Yes, that's Latin for opposite," said Andy, innocently.
"Oh, you mean vice versa," laughed Frank. "You're going to switch their bags; eh?"
"Sure thing. And when the fussy little old man opens the one he thinks is his, and finds a set of false curls and a box of face powder, he'll go up in the air; and as for the old maid, when she sees the man's things—Oh, well, she won't have a fit I guess! Oh, no!"