Mark looked at me disgusted. “On the t-train, of course.”
“But they’ll see us.”
“M-m-maybe not,” says he. “Anyhow, we got to take the chance.”
The train came banging in in a few minnits. We watched Jiggins and Collins get aboard and took particular pains to see what car they sat in. It was the forward coach.
“Come on,” says Mark.
He went to the last coach and climbed on. So did I. We walked right through and stood on the back platform.
“If the conductor’ll l-l-let us stay here,” says Mark, “we’ll be all right.”
The train started up. Eight miles to go! That wasn’t far. Even on that railroad it oughtn’t to take more than a quarter of an hour. But even a quarter of an hour on the same train with Collins and Jiggins was too long. Jiggins was an uncertain person. You never could depend on him to stay in his seat. He might take a notion any time to come wandering around the train, and then, like as not, he’d find us.
“What’ll we do if they come onto us?” I asked him.
“Dun’no’,” says he. “Nothin’, I guess.”