In the next car there was no one who looked like Claus, and when they opened the door of the next car, and entered the vestibuled part of the train, they found themselves in an entry which was fitted up in the most gorgeous manner. A negro porter stood in front of the window looking out, and when he saw who the boys were, he stepped up in front of them.
"Does you want to see somebody on dis train?" he asked.
"Well, I should say we did," replied Jack. "Some one has stolen our valises, and we want to find him."
"Dat's bad. Has you got a ticket?"
"Of course we have. Don't you see the slips in our caps?"
"But I mean a ticket for dis part of de train. If you hasn't got one, you can't go in."
This was a new arrangement to Jack. The last time he travelled on the railroad it was when the hands connected with the railroad-shop gave an excursion and a picnic, and then he had no difficulty in going all over the train; but he saw the beauty of it at once.
"Then we will have to give it up," said he, turning toward the door. "That man may be here and have our valises, and we can't help ourselves."
"Mebbe not," said the negro. "What kind of a looking man was he? I will go over the train and look for him."
Jack described the man as well as he could from the description the passenger had given him, and the negro went out.