“What are you cheering for?” demanded Terry.
“That wasn’t a cheer. But I can make my voice carry farther that way than any other.”
“Help! Help! Help!” appealed Arden shrilly.
They listened, their hearts beating fast from fear and the exertion of shouting. They thought they heard footsteps approaching.
Then, by the rays of light streaming through the fog from the station platform, as they peered out of the cracks in the box, they could see the door of the baggage room flung open. Near it stood the agent.
“He’s alone, thank goodness!” said Sim.
“Help!” cried Arden again.
“Let us out!” shouted Terry.
“Fer th’ love of cats, who are you? Where are you?” exclaimed the agent, for the voices were muffled.
“In this packing case! You nailed us in!” answered Arden.