Nan Sherwood's Winter Holidays; Or, Rescuing the Runaways

r than the crew of the train hived up in the first baggage coach, were beginning to complain a good dea

Da's sumpin' got t' be did fo' all dese starbin white ladies an' gem

Nicodemus?" demanded Mr

powerful bad 'cause dey ain't no

p with us?" gasped N

been giving these passengers,

use lettin' 'em think dey gwyne t' starb t' death. Ah tell 'em yo' done sent back t' d

s falsifier!" ejac

Ah done save dat little man's life. Yo' know, dat little drummer wot's trabelin' wid de

ss, and stuffed her hand

don't much matter which way de dice falls, I'm de bigges' an' I certainly kin holt ma o

their faces behind M

fren'. An' de luck turns his way, anyhow, and de lil' feller loses. 'I gibs yo' 'twill six-thirty to-night

s, indeedy. An' den, dar's dat lady up dar wid de sour-vinegary sort o' face. Ah jes' heard her say she'd be fo'ced tuh eat her back-comb if

separate those two drummers so that they won't eat each other-or concoct any more sto

the express matt

or. "But I expect we'll have to ti

in. In fact, Nan declared her chum had a bad case

re their island for food in any such light-minde

s gasped. "That darkey is so fun

Friday," f

e's Friday. Oh! if Laura Polk were only he

o drummers were bothering

el yelping the moment they

re the puppy was imprisoned. "Oh! how cold it is in here. It

make a note of this, and so will Jim, the baggage-man. You want to take good care o

ired to the top of the crate. "Ravell Bulson, Jr., Owneyvill

jaculat

repeat

r the chums gaspe

he hasp, which kept the door of the dog crate closed. "Do you

ulson by sight, Mr. Car

" began impulsive Bess; but her

ine pup here," declared the conductor,

crate. He capered about them, licking the girl's shoes, tumbling down in hi

ear, and making her squeal, he snuggled down in her arms, his little pink tong

an. "You'll be talking about a ceri

e I? His eyes are brown stars, so now! And if you're

d with the spaniel. It seemed a little lighter under the tunneled snow-b

clear up. I do surely hope that is the weat

o Tillbury?

whose face appeared through the tobacco smoke that filled the forward baggage car. "Jim, these young ladie

!" Ji

en looking over my way-bill, Carter, and a man named Ravell Bulson of that same address has shipped a packa

d milk in glass jars, I bet. A number-one product.

thing,

this gang of starving people?" growled a man in overalls a

melt snow," said the conductor, "and we can

blaze under that boiler on the shag-end of nothing? I tell you the fire's g

ated Mr. Carter, "don't say t

the engineer. "Unless you know some way of burni

cars," said Mr. Carter. "We've shut off the last two cars. The

t talk about things ea

's

he children in the Pullman,

commodations," said the conductor, stubbornly, "and

xpress messenger. "How about the case of milk?"

hat case alone," exclai

onductor? I have been h

d seen asleep in the smoking car. And, now that his face was revealed, the chums recognized Mr. Ravel

really want to see. You'll see my name on that box-'R. Bulson, Owneyville, I