They froze as the dark compartment suddenly came alive with heavy thumping sounds, intermingled with, "Hisst! Hisssst! Hissssst!"
"Pythons!" Toffee whinnied. And all but falling over herself, she lunged to the door and threw the catch.
"The cops!" Marc cried. "What about the cops? They're still out there."
"Right now," Toffee said positively, "there is nothing I would love better than a big, tough cop. I'm going to fling myself on the very first one I see and never let go. I'm going to love that ugly cop like a mother."
She threw the door open, and the compartment flooded with light. She was just about to jump to the ground when she glanced quickly back over her shoulder and stopped.
"Look!" she cried, pointing back into the compartment. "It's human!"
For a moment they simply stared at the transformed bundle of rags. In the light it had suddenly developed a head, arms and legs. It was lying on its stomach with its face turned painfully toward them. A crude gag covered the lower half of its face and its hands were lashed behind its back, which probably explained the mysterious pinchings. The feet were bound together like the hands. It said, "Hisst!"
Marc and Toffee ran to it. They knelt beside it, and Marc untied the gag. A small hawk-like face peered up at them.
"Culpepper!" Marc gasped. He turned to Toffee. "It's a snake after all."
The little man sighed with relief. "Hurry and untie me," he said. "They'll kill me."