"Never mind about that."
"I have the key," went on our hero. He produced it and opened the bag. "I wish you to bear witness that this bag contains my wearing apparel," he said to the baggage master.
"Yes, that must be your stuff," was the answer.
"Here are my initials, R.F. My name is Robert Frost, while his name is Oscar Hammerditch. There isn't a single thing here that belongs to him, or that would fit him."
"What did you say about a map?" went on the baggage man.
"I have a map that he wants to steal, in order to lay claim to certain lumber lands located near Timberville."
"But I see no map."
"The map is in my pocket, here," and Robert produced the document.
If ever Hammerditch had looked sheepish it was now. He realized that even if he had obtained the valise he would have been outwitted. Plainly this American lad was too smart for him.