Bessie and Zara were in the last car of the train, and they could look back as it sped away.
"See, Zara, he's standing there, waving his arms and shaking his fist at us," she said.
"He can't hurt us that way, Bessie. Well, all I hope is that we've seen the last of him. Is it true that he can't touch me except in this state?"
"That's what Wanaka said, Zara. And she must know."
Then the conductor came around.
"We didn't get our tickets, so here's the money," said Bessie. "We want to get to Pine Bridge."
"You didn't have much more time than you needed to catch this train," said the conductor, as he took the money. "Pine Bridge, eh? That's our first stop. You can't make any mistake."
"How soon do we cross the state line, Mr. Conductor?" asked Zara, anxiously.
The conductor looked out of the window.
"Right now," he said. "See that white house there? Well, that's almost on the line. The house is in one state, and the stable's in the other. Why are you so interested in that?" He looked at them in sudden suspicion. "Here, was that your father who was so wild because he didn't catch the train? Were you running away from him?"