"What's the matter here?" asked the trainman, his curiosity aroused. But Janice moved closer to the boy twisting in Madam's grasp. She peered into his face and her own countenance paled.
"It—it can't be!" she gasped. "You—you—Marty Day!"
She made a dive for the silly-looking mustache. Marty squealed energetically:
"You behave! Stop it, Janice! Ouch! that hurts! Don't you know the blamed thing's stuck on with shoemaker's wax?"
"Marty Day!" repeated the girl, "how did you come here?"
"You know heem—yes?" gasped the black-eyed woman.
"Why, he's my cousin! He's followed me all the way from home! How ever he did it——"
Then she stopped suddenly, putting her hand to her bosom again.
"But I have lost it—the packet," she cried.
"Your money——Ach!" ejaculated Madam.