"We're making you some chocolate," spoke Grace. "It will be ready soon, and keep you from getting cold."
The man—he was young and good-looking—smiled, showing his even, white teeth.
"You seemed prepared for emergencies," he said to Betty. "Are you professional travelers?"
"Just on a walking tour. We're from Deepdale. We're going home to-morrow, after stopping over night in Judgeville. We were just going to get our noon-day lunch when we saw you jump."
"Indeed," remarked the young man, who was now wringing out his vest. "From Deepdale; eh? I've been through there on the train. This line runs there; doesn't it?" and he motioned to the one he had so hastily left.
"Yes," answered Betty. "But we never walk the track—though we did once for a short distance."
"And we found a broken rail, and told a flagman and he said the train might have been wrecked," remarked Amy.
It was the first she had spoken in some time. The young man looked at her sharply—rather too long a look, Betty thought; but there was nothing impertinent in it.
"Railroads—or, rather, this one—have been the cause of two unpleasant experiences to me," the young man went on. "I was nearly injured just now, and not long ago I lost quite a sum of money on this line."
At the mention of money Betty started. The others looked at her.