"We know Mr. Riggs' daughter very well. She goes to school where we do,
at Lakeview Hall. She was on this train till it was split at the
Junction, last evening."

"Well, indeed, Miss, you tell that to Mr. Carter. If you are friends of
Mr. Riggs' daughter, maybe he'll stretch a point and let you take the
dog into the Pullman. I don't suppose anybody will object at a time
like this."

"How could you, Nan?" demanded Bess, in a whisper. "Playing up Linda
Riggs' name for a favor?"

"Not for ourselves, no, indeed!" returned Nan, in the same low tone. "But
for the poor doggy, yes."

"Say! I wonder what she'd say if she knew?"

"Something mean, of course," replied Nan, calmly. "But we'll save that
poor dog if we can. Come on and find this Conductor Carter."

They left the puppy yelping after them as they returned to the
Pullman. The cars felt colder now and the girls heard many complaints
as they walked through to the rear. The conductor, the porter said,
had gone back into the smoking car. That car was between the Pullman
and the day coaches.

When Nan rather timidly opened the door of the smoking car a burst of
sound rushed out, almost startling in its volume--piercing cries of
children, shrill tones of women's voices, the guttural scolding of men,