“That’s what it is,” assented Bobby, quickening his pace. “We stayed a long time at the table, and the snow-plough must have come along sooner than they thought it would. Hurry, fellows, hurry!” and he tried to break into a run.
The others followed his example, but the snow was too deep for that. It clung about their feet and legs until they felt that they were moving in a nightmare.
“She’s going, fellows!” shouted Mouser in despair, as a stream of smoke began to stretch out behind the moving train.
“And all our bags and things are on board!” wailed Fred.
“Now we’re in a pretty mess,” gasped Pee Wee, slumping down in the snow.
There was no use in hurrying now, and they looked blankly at each other as they came to a full stop.
“Scubbity-yow!” howled Fred as the only way to relieve his feelings.
“Well, I’ll be jiggered!” exclaimed Mouser.
Pee Wee was too tired out from his exertion to say anything, and Bobby, too, kept silent, though for a different reason. He was busy thinking of the best way to get out of the tangle.
“There’s no use in worrying about our baggage, fellows,” he said at last. “Probably the conductor will take good care of that. And we may be able to send a telegram from some place telling the conductor to put our things off at Rockledge and leave them in care of the station agent there. What we’ve got to worry about is ourselves. We can’t stay here, and we’ve got to find some way to get another train as soon as we can. Have any of you fellows got a time table?”