Then he was unconscious of everything around him.
The midnight express arrived, stopped, and with a loud snort from the engine went on again; but the noise barely sufficed to make Jet aware that something unusual had happened.
During the next hour he slept peacefully, and then the two strangers came up the track talking in low tones.
By the glare of the station lamp they saw the sleeping boy.
"What is the use of waiting for the train, when it may be possible the officers will come?"
"The morning express doesn't stop here."
"What of that? The conductor would let the officers off if the chief should ask him as an especial favor."
"Well, how can we hurry matters?"
"He is asleep, and all we have to do is to swear the train has just passed. He probably hasn't got a watch, and can't tell whether one hour or four has passed since he closed his eyes."
"But if he should be suspicious, he might make trouble."