“Oh, Harvey, don’t leave me!” pleaded the big woman, again making a rush for him.
“Keep her back—somebody!” cried Mr. Brill. “Don’t let her get hold of me. Hurry out to the train.”
Once more he made a rush for the door.
“Look here!” cried Mr. Hitter. “You’re the fellow who found the gold on the track, and nearly had the railroad torn up in consequence. Are you going to do it again? Are you going to look for more gold?”
“I am not!” fairly yelled Mr. Brill. “Let me get aboard the train!”
Once more the whistle shrilly sounded.
“Come on!” cried the Westerner, making a break for the door, and pushing Mr. Hitter aside.
“Stop! Wait for me, Harvey!” cried the large woman. “I want you to come with me. We need you—the children need you. Did you bring any gold with you from the West? Oh! I have had such a time finding you.”
“Come on!” cried Mr. Brill. “If I don’t get away now I never will!”