Just then the car plunged over the crest of the hill and went thundering away down the steep grade.
By this time the men in the car had, one by one, been shaken awake by the car's terrific pace, and one by one they tumbled from their berths, quickly raising the curtains for a look outside.
What they saw was a driving storm and the landscape slipping past them at a higher speed than they ever had known before. Three of the men bolted to the front platform.
"What's the matter? Are we running away?" shouted a voice in
Phil's car.
"Go back, fellows, and shut the door. Don't bother me.
I'm making the next town."
The men retired to the car, sat down and looked at each other in blank amazement.
"Well, did you ever?" gasped Rosie.
"Never," answered the Missing Link, shaking his head helplessly.
"He'll be the death of us yet."
"At least we'll be going some if we stay on this car."
"We are going some. We've been going some ever since the new
Boss took hold of this car. I hope we don't hit anything.
It'll be a year of Sundays for us, if we do."