Out For Business or Robert Frost's Strange Career. Stratemeyer Edward

is it?"

      "Will you keep the watch for fifteen minutes? I am going out into the smoking-car, and I may go to sleep. That is the way smoking affects me. I might get robbed, but if you hold the watch I shall feel easy."

      This seemed a strange proposal to make, but after all it was plausible. It seemed a trifling favor to grant. Why should he object?

      "But how do you know I am honest," asked Robert. "You have only known me a few minutes."

      "Didn't I tell you I was skilled in reading character? You have an honest face."

      "Thank you for your favorable opinion."

      "Do you consent?"

      "Yes. How long will you be gone?"

      "I shall come back before we reach the city."

      "Very well, if you are anxious to have me take charge of it."

      "Yes; I shall feel safe if it is in your hands."

      "All right, sir."

      Robert wore a sack coat with pockets on each side. He put the watch in one of these pockets, and resumed looking out of the window.

      His companion left the car and went to the car in the rear, which was the smoking-car.

      Half an hour passed, and then a stout, thick-set man of thirty-five entered the car and walked through it, looking at the passengers as he passed along.

      He paused in front of Robert's seat.

      "Young man," he said, "show me your watch."

      Robert looked at him in astonishment.

      "What do you mean?" he asked.

      "I mean that I have had my watch stolen, and I am sure some passenger has taken it."

      "What kind of a watch was it?"

      "It was a gold watch. Have you such a watch about you?"

      "Yes, but–"

      "Never mind about any buts," said the other fiercely. "I can tell by your expression that you have got my watch. Let me have it at once."

      "A gentleman, now in the smoking-car, gave me a watch to keep for him."

      "And you have it about you?"

      "Yes."

      "Give it to me at once."

      "I couldn't, without his permission."

      "That won't go down. Either give me the watch, or I will have you arrested."

      "I have no right to give you the watch. If it is yours it was stolen by the man who handed it to me to keep for him."

      "I give you two minutes to produce the watch. If you will do this, and pay me ten dollars besides, I will overlook your offense."

      Robert's face flushed. He felt that he was in a tight place. This man might be a confederate of the other. But how was he to prove it?

      CHAPTER VII.

      BAFFLED

      The charge had come upon Robert so suddenly that he hardly knew what to say. Gradually, his presence of mind returned to him.

      "What made you fix upon me as the one likely to have the watch?" he asked. "Why didn't you select some other passenger?"

      The stout man hesitated. He could not say what was the truth, that Robert had been described to him by his confederate.

      "It was your guilty look," he answered, after a pause.

      "So you think I look guilty?" said our hero, with an amused smile.

      "Yes, I do," said the other defiantly. "I have had a great deal to do with crooks in my time."

      "No doubt of it," chimed in a new voice.

      Both Robert and the man who accused him looked round. The voice proceeded from a tall, rough-looking man who sat behind Robert.

      The accuser looked a little uneasy.

      "As I said, I know a crook when I see him."

      "So do I," said the rough-looking man, who had the appearance of a Western miner.

      "My friend," said the claimant of the watch severely, "will you do me the favor to mind your own business?"

      "That's good advice. I hope you follow it yourself."

      "Will you give me the watch, or are you prepared to be arrested?"

      "Describe the watch," said Robert composedly.

      "I have. It is a gold watch."

      "So is this," said the miner, producing a heavy gold watch from his fob.

      "You needn't put in your oar," said the claimant, frowning.

      "The boy is right. Describe the watch."

      "I have already said that it is a gold watch."

      "So is this. Do you claim this watch as yours?"

      "No. I suppose it is your watch. The watch in the boy's pocket is not his."

      "Correct, squire. But that doesn't prove it is yours."

      "Where is the man who handed it to me?" asked Robert.

      "I don't know. I don't believe there is any such man."

      "Bring him here, and I will hand it to him."

      "That's where your head's level, boy," said the miner. "If this man wants any proof that he asked you to keep it for him, he can call on me. I saw him do it."

      "No doubt!" sneered the accuser. "I presume you are in league with the boy."

      The miner coolly lifted the window beside his seat.

      "Do you see that window," he asked.

      "Yes. What of it?"

      "Have you any particular desire to be thrown out?"

      "No," answered the other, in evident alarm.

      "Then don't you dare to insinuate that I am in league with anybody for crooked work."

      As he spoke, he rose to his full height, showing a muscular figure, rather more than six feet in length. Robert's antagonist was about six inches shorter.

      "No offense, mister," he said meekly.

      "You seem to be coming to your senses. Now, is this watch yours?"

      "What watch?"

      "The watch in the boy's pocket."

      "Yes."

      "How did the other man get hold of it?"

      "If he had it at all, he stole it from me."

      "Very good; we'll investigate this. My young friend, come with me into the smoking-car."

      The claimant protested uneasily, but the miner insisted.

      He and Robert left the car and went into the one behind.

      There about the middle of the car sat the man from whom Robert had received the watch.

      "Give it back to him," said the miner.

      Robert walked up to his first acquaintance.

      "I want you to take back your watch," he said. "This man says it belongs to him."

      The tall, thin man looked at his confederate. He saw that their little plan of frightening Robert into giving them ten dollars had failed.

      "Did you send him in to me?" went on Robert.

      "There is some mistake. I sent him in for it, but he misunderstood me."

      He looked askance at the miner, who he saw was disposed to be a friend of Robert.

      "Look here," said the miner sternly, "you are a precious pair of rascals. Your little game hasn't worked. I have seen such men as you before. I was on the vigilance committee in San Francisco some years ago, and such fellows as you we strung up to the nearest lamp-post. Can you make it convenient to get off at the next station?"

      "That's where we intend to stop,"