As he spoke the train slowed up, then stopped.
“No station,” puzzled the Texan. “Let’s go and find out the trouble.”
He started for the door, and then the train started, bumped, and came to a standstill again.
“You go ahead!” shouted Bob. “I have to go back and see that my friend is all right.”
CHAPTER IV
BLOCKED TRAFFIC
All was uproar and confusion in the coaches through which Bob had to pass to reach the car where he knew Betty was. Distracted mothers with frightened, crying children charged up and down the aisles, excited men ran through, and the wildest guesses flew about. The consensus of opinion was that they had hit something!
“Oh, Bob!” Betty greeted him with evident relief when he at last reached her. “What has happened? Is any one hurt? Will another train come up behind us and run into us?”