“Made up your mind about calling an ambulance at the division point?” he asked. Then he saw Tully propped into a half-way sitting position and his face brightened. “Coming around now?” “He’s feeling better. We’ll go right on through to Jacksonville,” said Bob and the conductor went on about his duties. “Didn’t you think I’d come around?” asked Tully, a look of worry on his forehead. “We didn’t know just what was happening for a while,” explained Bob. “You had us pretty badly scared.” Tully looked thoughtful. “I honestly don’t know what took place,” he said, slowly shaking his head. “It seemed as though blackness simply exploded in my face. Actually I believe there was some kind of a shock or blow on my face.” “I don’t know what it could have been,” replied Bob. “Hamsa and I were the only ones with you and you had been visiting with Hamsa for some time before I came in.” “He’s a queer duck,” muttered Tully. “I don’t know whether I could like or trust him.” Bob had exactly the same feeling and he was interested to know Tully’s reaction to their traveling companion. “I’m still kind of sleepy. Guess I’ll take another nap. You might tell the porter to make up my berth.” “I’ll have him fix up lower five for you,” replied Bob. “I’ll take the upper for you probably won’t feel much like climbing in and out of a berth for the next few hours. Think you’ll want anything to eat tonight?” “Perhaps a little soup later,” nodded Tully as he closed his eyes. Bob remained in the compartment for several minutes until he was sure that Tully was in a deep and comfortable sleep. Then he returned to the main section of the Pullman. As he turned in the corridor and could look down the full length of the car he thought he caught just a glimpse of Hamsa dodging out the other end of the car. Only a few lights were on and Bob could not be sure that his eyes were not playing tricks on him. In any event he hastened his pace and when he reached the section which he and Tully occupied he drew his big Gladstone bag out from under one of the seats. Bob breathed easier when he saw the envelope which contained the confidential information on the smuggling was just where he had left it. It had been more than a little careless of him to leave such valuable data unprotected for so long a time. It was fully dark and Bob snapped on the individual lights in the berth and rang the buzzer for the porter, who appeared almost immediately. Bob instructed him to make up both the lower and upper berth. “I’m going ahead into the diner. Let me know when you’ve finished,” he said, “and also keep an eye on my friend in the smoking compartment. If he should wake up, inform me at once.” The rush to reach the train plus the exciting events of the afternoon had made Bob ravenously hungry and when he entered the dining car he splurged by ordering a large porterhouse steak and an extra order of French fried potatoes.