“A train sure enough!” declared Jean, who had held back. “That’s what we get for following—a leader.”
Her tone was full of contempt, and everyone noticed it.
“Too bad you came,” replied Tavia, who never cared for good manners, when there was a chance for sarcasm, “for that is the wrecking train, I think, and they might have taken you on the hand car. Wouldn’t it have been fun?”
The idea of that fashionably dressed girl riding on a hand car with train men!
“Now let me down,” insisted Amy. “I’m going to run after that whistle even if it proves to be a fog horn!”
“Oh, don’t—go near—the water!” shouted Tavia, and, as she spoke, a big touring automobile dashed by.
“Another life-saver lost!” declared Dorothy. “If only we could have made them see us!”
“Oh, mercy!” gasped Nita, “There come two men with guns on their shoulders!”
“Just snipe hunters, likely,” said Dorothy, but she was noticed to hurry toward the road.
It was not a great distance back to the standing train, and, as the girls came within hearing of some passengers on the rear platform, someone called: