But Owlet took up the thread he dropped, and said:
“Yes, she was the one who screamed so when you killed me right before her eyes. I should think she might. I heard her just as I went dead and heard the cymbals.”
Hanson said no more just then. He was thinking intently.
He knew that they were approaching a station, where the train would stop fifteen minutes for refreshments, and where this uncanny elf would certainly give him trouble unless he could circumvent her in some way.
“How far is the next place where the cars stop?” Owlet suddenly asked.
“About ten miles; but, my child, if we get off there we shall have to sit up all night at the station, for there is no train coming for Goeberlin that will stop there till to-morrow morning.”
“Well, I would not mind sitting up all night to get back to Lady in the morning,” said Owlet eagerly.
“Yes, but by going on a little further, and stopping at the second station, we can get a down train in a few minutes afterward, and get back to Goeberlin by nine o’clock, and to Lady by ten o’clock. Wouldn’t that be better?”
“How far is the second place we stop at off from here?” cautiously inquired Owlet before committing herself.
“Oh, only about fifteen miles. We shall soon get there.”