The coaches faced the grandstand from the opposite side of the track, packed closely together, and forming a barrier three rows deep, seemingly locked and entangled beyond all possibility of ever getting away again.
On the top of nearly every coach ladies and gentlemen were lunching, chatting, laughing and making merry.
The sight made Frank hungry, and, as they had not brought a lunch, he proposed to the professor that they should leave the coach and find something to eat.
“Never!” cried the little man, in terror. “It would be impossible to find our way back here again.”
“Then I shall go alone.”
In vain the professor forbade it. Frank leaped down, laughing, and quickly disappeared in the throng.
It did not take him long to find a place where he could obtain sandwiches and other things, and he satisfied his hunger, after which he carried a lunch to the professor.
Scotch was hungry enough, and glad to get the lunch, but he begged Frank not to go away again.
“I came here to see the sights, professor, and I am not going to tie myself to the top of a coach. Will you come?”
But the little man could not be induced to abandon his place of safety on the top of the coach, and so Frank wandered away alone.