“To stop the train. My brothers were in danger——”
“Say! What’s that?” demanded the Pullman conductor of Tavia. “Where are her brothers?”
The brakeman, who had long run over this road, pulled at the conductor’s sleeve.
“That’s Major Dale’s girl,” he whispered, and Tavia heard if Dorothy did not.
“Who’s Major Dale?” asked the conductor, in a low voice, turning aside. “Somebody on the road?”
“Owns stock in it all right. And a bigwig around North Birchland. Go easy, I say,” advised the brakeman, immediately turning back to the door.
The train, meanwhile, had started on again, for undoubtedly the other conductor had given the engineer the signal to go ahead. Through the window across the car Dorothy could see out upon the road beyond the tracks. There was the little “scooter” at a standstill. Joe and Roger were standing up and waving their caps at the train.
“They’re safe!” Dorothy cried to Tavia.
“I see they are; but you’re not—yet,” returned her chum.
“Who’s that is safe?” asked the conductor, still in doubt.