"That we don't is something to brag about, I reckon," smiled Joe.
"If you ever do come face to face with him, or catch him, anywhere, watching you, beware of him!" begged the young lady, earnestly. "He never forgives anything—that wretch!"
"Are you uneasy over the remainder of your journey?" asked Tom, politely. "Will you feel safer for escort?"
"Oh, I shall be all right, now," replied the girl, with a grateful smile, though her cheeks were still pallid. "He is no longer on the train."
"Command us, if you will," begged Captain Tom Halstead, gallantly. He and Joe Dawson lifted their hats courteously, then passed on to their own section.
"One of the little dramas of life that are being enacted all around us," muttered Halstead.
"I wouldn't have minded seeing that one through," returned Joe.
Neither boy, at that moment, suspected that they would yet "see it through."