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 lice, were off and started away almost before "Iron Age" guessed it.

They were all without baggage, of course. After he saw them, Dibley got into action quickly. He yelled for guards to close in; he had out his gun. But they were down the stairs and I didn't need to grab that gun; so I didn't. Shots sounded below, however. I couldn't tell who fired them. I went down the stairs with Dibley and the rest of the drift from the platform; but my three friends had doubled, dodged and were away.

I waited as long as I dared; then I climbed and caught the train. Dibley didn't; but his orders overtook us. At Ashtabula, an hour or so cast, they stopped us and officers came aboard to take off all baggage from compartment E, car No. 424, and also to capture George's large, piggy portmanteau. A special engine was about to start with all that for Cleveland.

During the stop, I rather expected a word or two might be said to me; but it became plain that Dibley's opinion of me continued true to form. Nobody bothered me; the train went on; my berth was made and I took that new suit case of Doris Janvier's behind the curtains.