“It’s outrageous!” stormed another lady. “I never heard of such a thing in all my life!”
“Say, you must take this for a cattle train!” remarked the fat man, bluntly. “If you do, you’ve got another guess coming.”
“Oh, my dear, sweet mice,” said the tall, slim man, as he took the animal from Dave and also the one that Phil was holding. “That is King Hal and this one is President Tom! They are both highly educated. They can——”
“Say, howsoeber did yo’-all git dem trash in dis cah!” demanded the porter.
“I—er—I had them in a cage in my—er—in my suit-case,” the owner of the mice answered, and now his voice faltered. “I really didn’t think they would get out.”
“We don’t allow no mice in de sleepin’-cahs!” stormed the porter. “Dogs, an’ cats, an’ parrots, an’ mice goes in de baggage-cah.”
“Are there any more of them loose?” asked one of the ladies.
“I will see!” cried the tall, slim man. “I forgot about that! Oh, I hope they are safe! If they are not, what shall I do? I have an engagement in Jacksonville, and another in St. Augustine, to fill.”
“Do you show ’em on the stage?” snorted the fat man.
“To be sure. Haven’t you heard of me, Professor Richard De Haven, the world-famous trainer of mice, rats, and cats? I have exhibited my mice in all the countries of the world, and——”