“Good by, then! Will see you later.”
The truck with Markle and his companion was moving off when Josie finished telephoning. She ran breathless into the baggage room and accosted the man in charge:
“Say, you know that gentleman who left two trunks here to be sent by this train—he says not to send them yet. He believes he will have them go when he goes. You know the ones—booked for New York—No. 82-6573 and 82-6574. Here they are on the platform.”
“All right, Bo! I’ll cart them back in the baggage room,” agreed the baggage master. He patted the cigars in his vest pocket as much as to say that the gentleman deserved anything at his hands.
Auntie was already comfortably ensconced in the side car keeping her eye on the disappearing truck. Josie jumped into the saddle and they started off.
“There is liable to be something doing pretty soon,” Josie confided to Bob. “Would you rather meet it as my aunt or get back into your own character?”
“You mean a rumpus on the road?”
“Yes! Chief Lonsdale has sent out a force to stop the gentlemen of the road.”
“Which character would be the most useful for me to assume?” laughed Bob.
“Well, as a fussy old woman you might astonish them somewhat with your superior strength if that was needed.”