Mr.
Thomas Hall, returning the other's scowl, drummed with his heels on the suit-case.
"Why didn't you stay and look after it yourself ?" he asked angrily.

"It isn't my fault that you went off chasing after fire-engines." "I didn't chase after fire-engines.

You said you'd watch my bag and----" "I did watch it!" "Oh, yes, fine! Let someone pinch it right under your eyes! I notice you managed to keep your own bag all right!" "Oh, dry up!" growled Tom.
Silence ensued until a conductor appeared and demanded tickets.

Yielding their transportation, the boys were informed that they were in a parlour car and must pay twenty-five cents apiece to ride to Brimfield.

Tom laid hold of his bag with a sigh, but Steve unemotionally produced a quarter and so Tom followed suit.