All unconscious of being watched so closely, Maurice Vane and Joe rode to the depot and boarded the train when it came along. Joe had been looking for Caven and Malone, but without success.
“I cannot see those men anywhere,” he said.
“They are probably in hiding,” said his employer.
The train was only half full and for the time being Caven and Malone kept themselves either in the smoking compartment or in the dining car. It was dark when they took their seats, and soon the porter came through to make up the berths for the night.
“I must confess I am rather sleepy,” said Maurice Vane.
“So am I,” returned our hero. “I am sure I can sleep like a top, no matter how much the car shakes.”
“Then both of us may as well go to bed at once.”
So it was arranged, and they had the porter put up their berths a few minutes later. Maurice Vane took the lower resting place while our hero climbed to the top.
Although very tired it was some time before Joe could get to sleep. He heard Maurice Vane breathing heavily and knew that his employer must be fast in the land of dreams.
When Joe awoke it was with a peculiar, dizzy feeling in his head.