"I shall stop at Buffalo," answered Mark, not caring to mention his further destination.
Solon Talbot looked amazed.
"What on earth carries you out there?" he asked.
"This train," answered Mark demurely.
Solon Talbot frowned.
"You know what I mean. Why are you going to Buffalo?"
"A little matter of business."
"What business can a boy like you possibly have, I'd like to know?"
"It isn't my own business, Uncle Solon, and so I don't feel at liberty to tell."
"It is very strange. Have you a sleeping berth?"