Bob knew that the trainman was right. It would have been almost sure suicide to have leaped from the speeding Limited and he was more convinced than ever that Hamsa was somewhere aboard the train.
“We’ve been over every car from head to rear and back again,” said Bob. “Have you any idea where he could hide?”
The flagman removed his cap and scratched his head.
“He didn’t go through the baggage car?” he asked.
“No,” replied Bob.
“How about under the steps in the vestibules? Did you lift all of the traps?”
Bob’s startled expression was sufficient answer to the flagman, who got hastily to his feet.
“No, we didn’t look under the traps,” admitted Bob.
“Then we’d better get busy. We can do it alone, working ahead through each car.”
The flagman started for the back end of the train, evidently intent on checking the trap doors on the observation platform when a sharp call from Bob stopped him.