A hand truck went over Tommy's foot, which made him set up a howl of pain.
Scarcely had this happened than he was caught in a rush of people and carried halfway down the platform.
Having got out of this crush, he retraced his steps and tried to find out his cab, but as all the four-wheeled London cabs resemble each other, it was not an easy task.
At length he fancied he had found the right one, and opening the door, got in.
"Go on," said he.
The driver, however, got down from his box, and eying the boy sternly through the window, replied:
"Who are you tellin' to go on?"
"Why, you, of course."
"Did you engage me?"
"I didn't hire you, but my boss did," replied Tommy, "and he told you where to go to."