I suppose when he told me to look at 'Four-Fingered Phillips' I sort of turned around and switched my legs away from the bags.

But he must have been mighty quick." "Of course he was quick," said Steve contemptuously.

"I warned you against that fellow." "That's all right, but I'll bet he'd have played the same trick if it had been you instead of me," replied Tom warmly.
"I'll bet he wouldn't!" "All right!" Tom shrugged his shoulders and looked out the window.

They had the compartment to themselves, which, in view of the remarks which were passed, was fortunate.
"It isn't all right, though," pursued Steve.

"That bag had all my things in it: pajamas, brushes and comb and collars and handkerchiefs and--and everything! I'd like to know what I'm going to sleep in!" "I dare say we'll get our trunks to-night," said Tom soothingly.