office," and he looked in an open window, on the shady side of the
platform. From the interior came the sounds which indicated a person
in deep slumber.

"Bless my soul!" exclaimed the professor. "I took him for a horned
toad! I hope he didn't hear me."

"No danger," remarked Jerry. "He's sound asleep. Even the train didn't
wake him up."

The four gazed in on the slumbering agent. Perhaps there was some
mysterious influence in the four pairs of eyes, for the man suddenly
awakened with a start, stared for a moment at the travelers gazing in
on him, and then sat up.

"Good day, señors!" he exclaimed, and they saw that he was a Mexican.
"Do you wish tickets? If you do, I regret to inform you that the only
train for the day has gone. There will be none until to-morrow," and
he prepared to go to sleep again.

"Here!" cried Jerry. "We don't want any, tickets! We want to find the
way to Mr. Nathan Seabury's house, and to learn if there's a stage
which goes there."

"There is, señor," replied the agent, yawning, "but I doubt if the
driver is here. He seldom comes to meet the train, as there are very
few travelers. Will it not do to go to Señor Seabury's to-morrow, or
next day, or the day after?"

"Hardly," replied Jerry, who, as did the other boys, began to