"How long will it be before the train starts?" inquired the fugitive in a low voice.
The guard looked at his big silver watch and answered:
"Time'll be up in three minutes, Miss."
"But if the—the—wedding party should not arrive before that?" hesitatingly inquired Salome.
"Train starts all the same, Miss! Can't even wait for dukes and duchesses. 'Gin the law!" answered the old guard, as he touched his hat and closed and locked the door.
Salome sank back in her deeply-cushioned seat, thankful, at least, that she was alone in the carriage.
And in three minutes the tidal train started.