"I am very glad to meet you," said Mortimer De Royster, as he shook hands with the four swindlers, thinking them delightful gentlemen indeed. "Are you going far?" asked Hynard. "To New York. You see I am--er--that is--er--I have been doing a little business--I am selling jewelry for a relative of mine in New York. It is not exactly work, for I am traveling for my health, and I do a little trade on the side." "Guess he's ashamed to let it be known that he works for a living," thought Roy, but later he found he had misjudged De Royster. "Ah, in the jewelry line, eh?" asked Mr. Baker. "I used to be in that myself." He did not mention that the way he was "in it" was to try to swindle a diamond merchant out of some precious stones, in which he was partly successful. "Did you do any business in this section?" asked Tupper. "Not much. I stopped off to see some friends, and I did not try to sell them anything. I don't do business with my friends--I don't think it dignified, don't you know," and Mortimer De Royster swung his cane with a jaunty air, and tried to twirl the ends of a very short mustache. "That's right; I can see you're the right stuff," remarked Mr. Baker, with a wink at his companions. "Did you come down here to take the train?" "Yes, I am on my way to New York." "How do you find trade?" asked Mr. Baker. "Well, really, it is not very good, but that does not annoy me, as I am only doing this as a side line. I don't worry, don't you know." "I see. You're a sport!" exclaimed Tupper, with easy familiarity. "I sized you up for a sport as soon as I saw you. I must have met you in New York." "Yes, I make my headquarters there," said the salesman. "I seem to remember you. Sporting life is very attractive to me, I assure you, really it is." "That's the way to talk!" put in Hynard. "Be a sport!" "They're flattering him for some purpose," thought Roy. "I wonder what their object is." He was hidden around the corner of the depot, where he could hear without being seen. "That's a very fine watch chain you have on," said Mr. Baker. "It is much better than mine." "And I guess he has a better watch than yours, too, Baker," spoke up Sutton, with a wink, which Mr. De Royster did not see. "No, he hasn't. My watch cost five hundred dollars." "I have a very fine timepiece, I don't mind admitting," spoke the well-dressed youth. "It was given to me by my father, who is quite wealthy." "I'd like to see it," said Mr. Baker. By this time an engine, with some parts to repair the broken locomotive, had arrived from a near-by freight yard. The train crew had made the adjustments, and the express was almost ready to proceed. Nearly all the passengers, who had alighted, had again boarded their cars. "I shall be pleased to show you my watch," said Mr. De Royster, drawing out a heavy gold affair. "I think you will readily agree with me, that it is a valuable one."