"All the passengers returned?"
"On de Mercutio; yes, suh." The whites of George's eyes began to show.
As for that, so did Mathison's. On board, when, logically, they should be miles and miles away by this hour, by any means of locomotion they could obtain! Here was a thundering mystery.
"George, is there a lady next door?"
"Yes, suh."
"Beautiful, with blonde hair?"
"Hain't seen de lady's face, suh."
"Sable coat?"
George nodded. He pushed back his cap. "Boss, I oughtn't t' tell yo'; but de man in two is a Secret Service man, an' he's goin' t' jump yo' de minute we gits int' New York State. 'Tain't none o' my business whut yo' done, but I'd kind o' like to give yo' a chance t' beat it. Ef yo' say so, I can open de trap befo' we gits int' Buffalo an' slip yo' out."
"George, you're a top-hole! But how did you learn that this man is a Secret Service agent?"