"I reckon this is it," said the baggage master, after a short hunt. "Check 432,—that's right."
Hammerditch was about to take the valise when Robert came up and seized it.
"No, you don't, you thief!" he exclaimed. "Your little game is nipped in the bud."
The Englishman turned and his face fell, and Le Fevre was also discomfited.
"What's the trouble?" asked the baggage master, in astonishment.
"This rascal was about to steal my bag."
"Your bag?"
"Yes, my bag. Don't you remember my leaving it here a couple of hours ago?"
"I do."