But it's a hell of a thing to call a trunk.

An' what's in it?
Gold bricks ?" Joe sat on the bed while Martin unpacked.

The box was a packing-case for breakfast food, and Mr.Higginbotham had charged him half a dollar for it.

Two rope handles, nailed on by Martin, had technically transformed it into a trunk eligible for the baggage-car.

Joe watched, with bulging eyes, a few shirts and several changes of underclothes come out of the box, followed by books, and more books.
"Books clean to the bottom ?" he asked.
Martin nodded, and went on arranging the books on a kitchen table which served in the room in place of a wash-stand.
"Gee!" Joe exploded, then waited in silence for the deduction to arise in his brain.