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Rh shoulder from an upper berth. "Now I have them all, ladies and gentlemen," he announced. "You can go to sleep without alarm. I shall take good care that they do not get away again."

"I dun reckon I'se gwine to take care of dat!" put in the porter. "Dem mice am gwine into de baggage-cah dis minit!"

"But, my dear fellow" broke in the professor.

"I ain't a-gwine to argy de question, mistah. Da is gwine in de baggage-cah!" And the porter reached out and caught hold of the cage containing the mice.

"Then I shall go with them," answered the professor, resignedly.

"Suit yo' self, sah."

"But they wouldn't hurt a flea!"

"Can't help it, sah, it's de baggage-cah fo' dis collection of wild animals," answered the porter, striding off with the cage in his hands, while the professor followed.

"Talk about something happening!" burst out Roger, when the excitement was over. "This was the funniest experience I ever had."

"I am sure I don't see anything funny about it!" snapped the elderly lady, who overheard the remark. "I think that man ought to be prosecuted!"

"He didn't expect his mice to get loose," said