“Well, sir, he goes up to the old chief’s hogan—”
“Bowen.”
“Excuse me,” said Jack, “till I explain the orders to this young man. Yo’ see he’s new at the business, and I have to help him out occasionally to see—”
“Bowen.”
This time the conductor of No. 8 spoke short and sharp, and Bowen went to him.
“Now, look here, Jack,” began the conductor of the snow-bound train, “if you don’t stop stuffing that old gentleman I swear I’ll report you when I get to Salida.”
“Who’s stuffin’ ’im?”
“That’s all right, you lie to your own people—let my passengers alone.”
Jack went back to his prey.
“I hope,” said the gray-haired voyager, “that this young man will not get us into any trouble.”