"I don't suppose the train, by any accident, would be delayed in leaving Ogden?"
"Not if I can help it," the hero averred, to reassure her.
"I wish it would," Marjorie murmured.
The conductor looked at her in surprise: "Why, what's it to you?" She turned her eyes on him at full candle power, and smiled:
"Oh, I just wanted to do a little shopping there."
"Shopping! While the train waits! Excuse me!"
"You see," Marjorie fluttered, "by a sad mistake, my baggage isn't on the train. And I haven't any—any—I really need to buy some—some things very badly. It's awfully embarrassing to be without them."
"I can imagine," the conductor mumbled. "Why don't you and your husband drop off and take the next train?"
"My husb—Mr. Mallory has to be in San Francisco by to-morrow night. He just has to!"
"So have I."