Bayliss had followed, white and silent.
In the baggage car, to their relief, the sole railway employee there did not object to their presence.
Bert and his crony found seats on two trunks side by side.
"Dodge," whispered Bayliss unsteadily, after the train had pulled out from Tottenville, "I'm afraid we're in bad with the school push."
"Afraid?" sneered Bert. "Man, don't you know it?"
"Well, it's all your fault—-this whole confounded row!"
"Oh, you're going to play welsher, are you?" sneered Bert. "Humph!
By morning you'll be a full-fledged mucker!"
"Don't you worry about that," argued Bayliss, though rather stiffly.
"I know my family—-and my caste."
"I should hope so," rejoined Dodge, with just a shade more cordiality.
Rather than alight at Gridley, and face the whole High School crowd—-for scores who had not been able to meet the expense of the trip to Tottenville would be sure to be at the station to meet the victorious team—-Bert and Bayliss rode on to the next station, then got off and walked two miles back to town.