To my dismay a few minutes later the train slowly began to move off, then faster and faster.
Downhearted, I sat down in the end of the car alone. The wheels began to roar and sing with increasing speed. Once more I cast a last despairing glance at the door. Suddenly a hand was thrust into the opening! In a flash it had disappeared.
Rushing to the door and looking out I was horrified to see the man who had lately left me lying helpless, stretched upon the ground.
No doubt, in jumping he had miscalculated the position of the rod under the door, and as a result of the misstep, had been thrown from the car with considerable force.
Being unusually intelligent, and of a quiet kind of disposition, I had taken quite a fancy to the fellow by this time, and it was with a sigh of genuine relief I noted he had not been run over.
Struggling to his feet with one hand pressed against his head, he waved to me for a moment and then slowly staggered off the pathway of the track.
The man who had claimed to be an "expert" was left, and I was soon miles away, but such is life.
Going back into the car, and being exhausted from hunger, I soon fell asleep.
My last conscious thought was a desire to wake up in Savannah, Ga.