"Do you see that red-faced man sitting on the right-hand side?" whispered Casper. "And do you see those valises in the rack directly in front him? Well, they are the ones you want."
"All right! We will have them out of there in a jiffy."
"I don't like the way that man looks at us," Casper ventured to remark; "perhaps he knows them."
"It don't make any difference to me whether he does or not. If he says anything to us, we will tell him the valises belong to us, and that we have come after them."
Calling a smile to his face, Claus went down the passage-way, looking at the various valises stowed away in the racks. When he arrived opposite the seat where Julian had sat before he left the train, a look of surprise spread over his countenance, and he stepped in and took them down, one after the other.
"These are ours, ain't they?" he asked, turning to Casper.
"Yes—they are the ones."
"I don't see what those boys put them in here for. Now we will take charge of them ourselves."
He passed one valise to Casper, who took it and made his way out of the car, while Claus kept close at his heels.
"Now we want to go somewhere and get out of sight as soon as we can," said Casper, looking around guiltily, and almost expecting a policeman to take him by the collar. "I shall not feel easy until this train goes."