maybe you'd remember. We may have met him on our travels. I can't see
his face until he turns around."

As he finished speaking, the man to whom he referred said something to
his companion beside him. There came a momentary lull in the noises of
the depot, and the boys heard him remark in low, but clear tones:

"We can make everything look regular. Derelicts are not uncommon, and
I think we'll be able to fool him so that the cargo--"

"Hush!" cautioned the other man. "Not so loud!"

The noise in the station again drowned what the two men were saying,
but the boys had heard enough. All three of them knew at once that the
man who had spoken was the stranger who had acted so queerly in the
Cresville freight office. If they had any doubts of it they were
dispelled a moment later when the doorman called out:

"All aboard for the western express!"

As the man and his companion arose, the boys saw he was the same
individual who had been so particular about the boxes of stuff he
shipped to San Francisco.

Before the three chums could make any comment the man and his
companion were lost in the crowd that thronged to the door.

"Come, boys," said the professor, closing his book. "That's our
train."