“Never mind that just now,” interrupted Dunston Porter. “Go and see if the others are safe, otherwise we’ll have to round up your live-stock before we go to sleep again.”
“Oh, I shall never sleep another wink in this car!” sighed a lady.
“I shall!” snorted the fat man, “or else get the price of my berth out of that chap, or the railroad company!”
Professor De Haven ran to his berth and dragged forth a dress-suit-case. A moment later he uttered a genuine howl of dismay.
“How many?” queried Dave, who had followed him.
“Sixteen of them, not counting the two I have here now! O dear, what shall I do?” And the professor wrung his hands in despair.
“Sixteen mice at large!” shrieked one of the ladies. “Oh, stop the train! I want to get off!”
“Can’t stop no train now,” answered the porter. “We’se got to jest catch dem mice somehow, but I dunno how it’s gwine to be done,” he went on, scratching his woolly head in perplexity.
“I’ve got a shotgun along,” suggested the fat man. “Might go gunning with that.”