The train stopped, and he jumped off with Angela's dressing-bag, but only
in time to have it taken in a business-like manner by Nick, who had swung
down from his own car while the train was still in motion.
"It just occurred to me you might be giving yourself a little unnecessary
trouble," said he. "I'll see to this lady."
"I thought you were going on," stammered the commercial traveller.
"Not just yet," Nick spoke mildly, but his eyes looked dangerous, and Mr.
Millard thought best to give up the point without further argument.
"I always have to thank you for something! It's too bad!" laughed Angela,
as Nick put her and Kate into a carriage which he had secured. "Good-bye;
I suppose it's fated that I must forgive you, as we shan't see each other
again."
With this she put out her hand, half friendly, half reluctant, and as Nick
shook it eagerly, the train moved away.
Angela gave a little cry. "Now I've made you miss your train! And your
luggage!"
"I won't howl about that," said he. "I'll wire. And I can get another
train by and by--when I want it," he added under his breath. Then he let
the carriage drive away.
IX
THE LAST ACT OF THE GOLD BAG COMEDY
"May I go out, ma'am, and see what they'll be givin' me for the gold bag?"
Kate asked, when the unpacking--for a few days--was done at a Los Angeles
hotel.
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