He was passing through the last sleeper, when a man emerged from behind the heavy curtains of a berth and bent over a hand-bag which rested in the aisle. The man’s back was toward Frank, but a single glance showed our hero that the individual was Gabe Flecker.
CHAPTER XXIX
A SCENE ON THE TRAIN
“Gabe Flecker, by all that is wonderful!” murmured the young book agent to himself.
He was about to accost the fellow, but suddenly changed his mind, and passed on to the dining car without letting the rascal catch sight of his face.
“When will this train make the next stop?” he asked of a train hand.
The man consulted his watch.
“In about two hours and a half.”
“Thank you.”
Frank sat down to his breakfast in a corner of the dining car. He had scarcely begun eating when Gabe Flecker came in, accompanied by a man who looked to be a Southern planter. The pair went to the table next to the one our hero occupied, and Flecker sat down with his back directly behind that of the young book agent.