Six Little Bunkers at Cowboy Jack's

ment for only a few hours in a Pullman car had made them very restless. It was impossible for them always to keep quiet, and the

iate how difficult it was for the six to be always on their best behavior. And the passengers co

nkers almost from the very moment they had boarded the

of children and they are go

nnoy him. He was a very fat man, and the car was sometimes too warm for him, and he was always complaining to th

e suited him at all! Mun Bun and Margy made friends with almost everybody in the car but the fat man. He would not even look at

id the fat ma

. He could not understand it at all. He looked at the fat man i

d soberly, "do y

candy that is good for you now

Pep'mint for ache," and he rubbed himself

ded his mother anxiously. "Ar

hat Mother Bunker sometimes gave it to him when he had pain, he said

addy Bunker, who had noted th

ry politely if he needed "pep'mint."

! You are a

a subdued way, for he was not used to being treated

nt into the smoking room while his own berth was being made up, and when he came back to the berths, daddy

un Bun. The boys in the upper berth had been asleep for

mething had awakened him or not, Russ lay straining his ears to catch a repetition of

red, nudging the boy next t

was, as the children say, "for keeps." Russ had to punch him

t morning?" m

ght in his ear. "That ma

tell daddy about it, Russ Bunker. Don't you tell me. I

it," admitted Russ, shak

ne?" repeated Laddie, his doubt gro

f. And if he says he's being m

ime Laddie hearing as well as Russ the moaning of

you?" gasped Russ. "I'm-

ng with you," Laddie cried. "I don't wan

ot and dropped down behind the curtain. Laddie was right behind him, and in fac

ace which spelled safety to their disturbed imagi

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squawked when Jerry Simms grabbed it by the

ered Laddie, tugging at Russ's pajama jac

ed into the narrow aisle of the sleeping car. The first thing he saw was the colored porter, his cap on awry, his eyes rolling so that their whites were

er!" whispered

mur-murdered?" s

he was going to do the mur

er. The colored man crept nearer, nearer-and then suddenly he snatched away the

e lay on his back with his knees up, his face very red, his eyes tightly

fat passenger by the shoulder. "I suah 'nough thunk somebody was bein' choked t

red around. He saw the face of the porter at last

Must have been dreaming

ays, you bettah have a car by yo'self. For yo' ain't goin' to

open their curtains and ask questions of the porter. The fat man grabbed h

s stool and going back to his place. "Ain't nobody kil

again till broad daylight. They had to tell the other little Bunkers before breakfast about what h

ainy day at home was no great cross for the children to bear. There was always the attic to play in. But on the train, w

d of the train was reduced until, by the middle of the forenoon, it seemed only to creep along. The c

on clotheslines, like Norah's washlines? Why

ther no peace at all. And the other children were interested in the possibility that

ly steaming through a deep cut in the wooded hills when, of a sudden, the brakes were applied and the train ca

Here's the washout!"

ut of the door, M

e door was open. Daddy got up and went with the children, all cl

m a hole, or a washout as the children had imagined that to be,