“There's no danger, then,” said Fitzhugh with a grin. “See, he's beckoning to us.”
We hastened forward eagerly.
“What is it?” I asked.
“There's no one here,” said Abrams, with a puzzled look.
“Well, this car didn't come alone,” I returned. “Have you asked the engineer?”
“Yes.”
“And the fireman?”
“Yes.”
“And they say—”
“That it's against the rules to talk.”