"Could you point him out?"
"Yes."
"I am glad of it. I have received warning by telegraph that one of the New York swell-mob is on the train, probably intent on mischief, but no description came with it, and I had no clue to the person. I have no doubt that the man you speak of is the party. If so, he is familiarly known as 'Slippery Dick.'"
"Do you think you can get back my money?" asked Walter, anxiously.
"I think there is a chance of it. Come with me and point out your man."
Walter gladly accompanied the conductor to the smoking-car. His old acquaintance was busily engaged as before in a game, and laughing heartily at some favorable turn.
"There he is," said Walter, indicating him with his finger.
The conductor walked up to him, and tapped him on the shoulder.
"What's wanted?" he asked, looking up. "You've looked at my ticket."