"This way, ma'am!" summoned the baggage-man, touching Martha's elbow. "I got the young lady ready for you—and the train's coming."
"Take care of yourself, Sam," Martha cautioned him, following her leader.
The train thundered up. Before it had fairly come to a halt, Buller sighted Sam. He made a rush toward him, brandishing a menacing arm.
"Keep cool," advised Sam. "And keep off!"
"You've got the girl!" Buller roared. "We know you have, from them as saw you coming over here, three in the car. Where is she?"
"Find her," said Sam.
Buller turned to Harding. "You handle him, Joe. I'll tackle the woman."
Martha stood at the baggage-room door, as Buller came pounding down the platform.
"Hand over that girl!" He spoke with sinister calmness.
"Certaintly," said Martha. "That's just what I'm waitin' to do."