"All right, sir," answered the baggage master, taking the check. He glanced at the piles of baggage which littered the room. "What kind of a looking bag was it?" For the minute Hammerditch was nonplussed, as he did not remember Robert's bag very well. "It was--er--a tan-colored bag, not very large," he stammered. "I just bought it, so I don't remember it--er--very well." "I reckon this is it," said the baggage master, after a short hunt. "Check 432,--that's right." Hammerditch was about to take the valise when Robert came up and seized it. "No, you don't, you thief!" he exclaimed. "Your little game is nipped in the bud." The Englishman turned and his face fell, and Le Fevre was also discomfited. "What's the trouble?" asked the baggage master, in astonishment. "This rascal was about to steal my bag." "Your bag?" "Yes, my bag. Don't you remember my leaving it here a couple of hours ago?" "I do." "He got a tough to steal my check, and he would have had the bag if I hadn't got here just in time." "He said you were his son." "I wouldn't have him for a relative," cried Robert. "Mr. Hammerditch, you are a thorough-paced scoundrel," he went on, facing the Englishman. "What, this to me!" gasped the schemer. "Yes, that to you. You are a would-be thief, and I reckon your companion is little better." "Boy, boy! I vill haf ze law on you!" howled the French Canadian. "And I will have the law on you," retorted Robert. "You wanted to steal that map. You need not deny it." "The bag is mine," said Hammerditch boldly. "This is a plot to get me into trouble." "I reckon I can prove my property," said Robert. "Have you the key that will unlock the bag?" "Never mind about that." "I have the key," went on our hero. He produced it and opened the bag. "I wish you to bear witness that this bag contains my wearing apparel," he said to the baggage master. "Yes, that must be your stuff," was the answer. "Here are my initials, R.F. My name is Robert Frost, while his name is Oscar Hammerditch. There isn't a single thing here that belongs to him, or that would fit him." "What did you say about a map?" went on the baggage man. "I have a map that he wants to steal, in order to lay claim to certain lumber lands located near Timberville." "But I see no map." "The map is in my pocket, here," and Robert produced the document. If ever Hammerditch had looked sheepish it was now. He realized that even if he had obtained the valise he would have been outwitted. Plainly this American lad was too smart for him. "I'll see you about this later," he howled, and started to back out.