"Are you going to stay, Tom, and have any further talk with this thief?" sputtered Harry, who had held in about as long as was safe for him.
"What do you think?" Tom asked, grimly, as he knelt upon his trunk and tugged at the strap.
"I reckon I think about the same as you do," rejoined Hazelton, closing his own trunk and strapping it.
"One—two hoist!" ordered Reade, settling his own trunk upon his shoulder.
Harry followed suit. In Indian file they moved across the room.
"Nicolas," called Tom, "be good enough—the door!"
The barefooted servant swung the barrier open.
"Thank you," said Tom, marching out. Then he dumped the trunk, noiselessly, to the floor. Going into an inner pocket he produced a five dollar bill.
"Nicolas," said the young chief engineer, "you have certainly done all in your power to make us comfortable. I am sorry that we are not longer to have the comfort of your services. Will you do me the favor of accepting this as a remembrance? It is American money, but you can easily get it changed. And now, let us shake hands."
Nicolas appeared dazed, both by the money and by Tom's desire to shake hands with him. The hand that Tom clasped trembled.