"Let us put 'em both in one of the empty cars!"
"Oh, don't bother!" answered Nat Poole, who, had he had his choice, would have wheeled away without delay.
"They are only stunned—they'll soon come around," went on Jasniff. "If we leave them here they may get in the game anyway. We may as well send them off to parts unknown!"
This plan appealed strongly to Gus Plum, and both he and Jasniff walked to the train and looked up and down the long line of empty cars. Not a soul was in sight.
"The coast is clear," said Jasniff. "Come on, we can do it in a jiffy, and nobody will be the wiser."
They went over to Babcock, raised him up, and carried him to the nearest of the cars. The sliding door was wide open, and they pushed the unconscious form half across the car floor. Then they ran back and picked up Dave. At that moment came the whistle of the locomotive.
"Hurry up, they are going to start!" said Jasniff, and they lost no time in pushing Dave into the car. Then Jasniff rolled the door shut.
"Might as well lock 'em in," he suggested, but before he could accomplish his purpose the train gave a jerk and went on its way. All three of the students stared at it and watched it out of sight.
"They are gone, that's sure," murmured Gus Plum. His heart was beating violently.
"Yes, and they won't come back in a hurry," chuckled Nick Jasniff.