"I'll certainly do that," was the swindler's quick reply, and then he smiled to himself, over the glorious prospect ahead.
There was a dining-car attached to the train, and not long after the conversation recorded above, the swindler asked his bride-to-be if she would not take lunch with him.
"Why, yes," she answered. "I am very hungry, for I have not eaten anything since yesterday."
"Then come at once," was the answer, and Nick Smithers led the way into the dining car. He passed Nat, who was busy devouring a sandwich and a piece of pie, but strange to say neither saw the other.
Nick Smithers and the young lady had just ordered an elaborate lunch, when of a sudden the damsel gave a cry.
"Oh!"
"What is the trouble?" questioned the swindler.
"Do you see that man?" And the young lady pointed to a small individual who had just entered the dining car.
"Yes. What of him?"
"He is my—my uncle!"