bridge, or something like that," went on the man. "I never saw such a road, anyhow! I'll never travel on it again. I've had the worst luck to-day!
"Somebody stepped on my foot, the expressman didn't come for my baggage until I was nearly in a fit, for fear I'd miss the train, and now I get here and find the express late! What a world this is, anyhow! It's fierce."
"Hello, C. C.!" exclaimed Blake, heartily. He did not need to see the man's face to know who he was.
The complaining man wheeled about quickly.
"The moving picture boys!" he cried, as he noted Joe and Blake.
"That's who!" laughed Joe. "Where are you bound for?"
"New York; if I ever get there. But the train is late, and I know there'll be a smash-up!"
Then, having made this gloomy prediction, Mr. C. C. Piper whistled a merry little tune, and did a few dancing steps which he used in some of his comic scenes. C. C.'s gloom was evidently not deep.
"Oh, I guess we'll come out all right," said Joe, cheerfully. "But we heard that you were in New York."
"Who told you that?" demanded Mr. Piper.
