There were hot words between the Migleys and their accuser, until the lumbermen left the car.
Soon Master fell asleep. Strong took out his old memorandum-book and went over sundry events and reflections.
When Master awoke the Emperor still sat with the worn book in his hands.
"I've been asleep," said the young man. "What have you been doing?"
"Th-thinkin' out a few th-thoughts," Strong answered, as he put the book in his pocket.
The Emperor began to speak of the Congressman's courtesies in a tone of self-congratulation.
Master laughed heartily. "It was a pretty little plot," said he. "Those common fellows couldn't manage you, and they passed you on. I'll bet he asked you to help Migley."
Strong smiled and nodded.
"You haven't made me any promise, and I want you to feel free to do what you think best," said the young man.
The train pulled into Bees' Hill in the edge of the wilderness, and they left it and took quarters at the Rustic Inn.