“Is that the truth?” demanded the man, looking sharply at her.
“It certainly is. Now let us pass at once.”
Seeing a policeman crossing the station, the man slunk off, and was soon lost in the crowd; and the girls hurried out, and up the stairs toward the train.
“My goodness!” panted Martha, as they almost ran along the platform. “I was scared.”
“I wasn’t scared; for there were too many people all around us; but I was almost stunned by the unexpectedness of the encounter,” said Nancy.
“Poor, poor Georgia,” commented Jeanette, “to have such a brother! What do you——”
“Our car!” cried Martha. “It’s gone.”
“It can’t be,” protested Nancy. “That is our engine.”
“Well, you can see for yourself that the car ‘Elaine’ isn’t anywhere around here,” persisted Martha, excitedly.
“They are switching,” said Jeanette, after a careful survey of the scene. “‘Elaine’ is probably farther out in the yards. We’ll walk on a ways.”