oing to sit."

"I'll fix you up on the other side of the car," said the head waiter.
The appearance of the boys had rather pleased him, while he did not
like the actions of the fussy man and his companion at all.

Spouter and his fat chum were behind the Rovers, so they did not see
the face of the fussy individual who had deprived the lads of one of
the seats. They sat down on the other side of the aisle, and the Rover
boys spread themselves around as best they could.

Fred and Jack had just sat down and Randy was doing likewise, when one
of the waiters came through the swaying car carrying a tray filled with
eatables. Suddenly the car gave an extra lurch, and Andy was thrown up
against the waiter in such a manner that the tray tilted from the
colored man's hand, and an instant later the contents of a large
platter containing a broiled steak with some French-fried potatoes was
deposited over the neck and shoulders of the fussy man in the seat near
by.

[Illustration: THE TRAY TILTED FROM THE COLORED MAN'S HAND.
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"Oh!" roared the man, starting up in great anger. "What do you mean by
this? What do you mean, I say?" he shrilled.

At the sound of this voice, Spouter Powell and Fatty Hendry looked up
in sudden wonder. Then, as some of the Rover boys commenced to laugh
over the mishap, Spouter clutched Jack by the arm.

"That man is Professor Asa Lemm!" he whispered.

CHAPTER VII

A SCENE IN THE DINING CAR

"You don't mean it!" gasped Jack. "The lemon of a professor we were
just talking about?"

"That's it!"

"Then I'm afraid Andy has gotten himself into trouble right at the
start."

"It wasn't his fault. It was the lurching of the train did it," put in
Fred.

"Just the same, I'd hate to be in your cousin's shoes," was Fatty
Hendry's comment.

In the meanwhile the waiter, by a lightning-like move, had managed to
save the broiled steak from slipping to the floor of the dining car. He
now had it on the platter, but the French-fried potatoes were scattered
in all directions.

"What do you mean, I say?" repeated Professor Asa Lemm in a loud, harsh
voice.

"Scuse it, boss," answered the waiter humbly. "'Twas the swingin' o' de
car what done it. Besides, one o' dem passengers knocked agin my arm."

"I think it was that boy's fault quite as much as the waiter's," came
from the man who was accompanying Professor Lemm.

"I couldn't help it," answered Andy. "The car gave such a sudden lurch