Ben waited till the baggage car and one passenger coach had passed him. Then, hampered by his bundle, he gave it a fling and landed it on the platform of the second coach.
Poising for a spring and a catch, Ben made a grab for the railing of the last car.
Then he gripped firmly at its outer edge. With a wrench he was pulled from the ground, but clung sturdily, his feet flying out in the air like streamers.
CHAPTER III
A NEW FRIEND
“I’VE MADE IT!” PANTED BEN HARDY.
“I’ve made it!” panted Ben Hardy, with a swing landing both feet safely on the platform of the last car of the speeding train.
“Now to find my man,” he added, pausing a moment or two to catch his breath and then entering the coach.
Ben had the name of the man well in mind to whom he was to deliver the machine parts. He also recalled the vague description given of the man by Mr. Saxton. The lad glanced casually at the occupants of the seats on each side of the coach as he proceeded down the aisle of the car.