He kep' axin', too, 'bout th' ould Commodore an' hes past life, an' 'peared to take interes' in Sam, an' altogither seemed a proper gen'l'm'n.

An' all the time et kep' gettin' hotter an' hotter, till Sam were fairly runnin' to waste wi' sweatin'.

At las' he pops hes head out'n the windey for fresh air, an' cries out-- "'Hulloa! here's a stashun.' "Well, the train pulls up, an' Sam says to the stranger-- "'Look 'ee here.

Wud 'ee mind keepin' your eye 'pon th' ould man while I runs out to get a drink?
I reckoned I knawed thirst afore this,' he says, 'but I were mistook.' "The stranger was very willin', and away Sam goes.
"He warn't away more'n a minnit; but when he comes back an' takes a look at the platform, my! Sir! there warn't no trace of the train to be seen--not a vestment.

You see, they don't blaw no whissle in Spain when the train goes; an' there was poor Sam left stranded.
"Well, he tellygrafs o' cou'se to the nex' stashun, an' in less 'n an hour back comes an answer to say as they searched the train when et stopped, an' there warn't no corpse there, nor chest, nor nuthin'.
An' ef you'll believe me, sir," concluded Caleb, bending forward and touching his master's knee, "th' ould Commodore ha'n't niver been found fro' that day to this.