"Creation! Do you know it slipped my mind for the moment! Why, Dave, we must get back!"
"I agree with you."
"Let us get off the train at once."
"What, with the cars running at twenty-five or thirty miles an hour! No, thank you! We've had one bad tumble, I don't want a second."
Babcock looked out of the doorway. The lumber town had been left behind and they were running through a dense woods. How far they were from Leeton and Oak Hall they could not tell.
"I wish we could signal the engineer, I'd soon stop the train," said Dave.
"Can't we crawl to the top of the car?"
"We might if we were regular train hands, but as greenies we had better not risk it."
Another mile was passed, and the train began to go around another curve. Then came a steep upgrade and the speed of the cars was slackened.