Cobb did as directed, and in a moment saw a train of cars, in all respects similar to the train which he had seen disappear through the left-hand slot, rise from below. It came up gradually, and at last stood, as its mate had stood, flush with the floor of the room; but, unlike the former, it had no passengers to disembark. There it stood, silent and empty.
As the train reached the level, a placard was dropped from the top of the gate, bearing the words “Omaha, 16 D.,” in large letters.
“That is our train, Cobb,” said Rawolle, following the eyes of the other to the sign. “Let us get our traps together and get aboard.”
Approaching the gate, which had by this time been thrown open, and through which many people were passing, Rawolle showed the tickets, and the three men passed in and proceeded along the train to the second carriage. Curbing his impatience to learn more of his peculiar surroundings, Cobb followed Rawolle and Lyman into the car.
The car resembled the sleepers of former years, except that it was decorated in a grander style and had no windows. It was lighted by electric lamps, which made it as bright as day. The seats were somewhat differently constructed from those of the old kind, but the general appearance of the interior was quite the same.
A porter met them at the door, and after seeing their tickets, showed them to their section.
Throwing down his grip and coat, Rawolle said:
“Come, Cobb, there are a few minutes before the train leaves; let me show you about.”
“All right; I am at your service.”