“She’s gone. She’s certainly gone,” repeated Martha, after they had proceeded for some distance, and still saw no signs of the runaway car.
“There it is!” cried Nancy, pointing across several tracks, where, far ahead, almost at the bridge over the Hudson River, stood “Elaine.”
“How in the name of fortune can we get to her?” demanded Martha.
“The answer to that,” said Jeanette, smiling, “is that you can’t, at present.”
“Unless you want to climb over those two trains,” added Nancy. “They’ll probably switch again, and bring her farther in.”
They stood watching, and Martha breathed more freely when an engine soon picked up the lost “Elaine” and brought her in near the platform where the girls were waiting. Soon they were able to get on board again.
“Now that the excitement is over,” said Nancy, as they settled down in their chairs for the rest of the trip, “let’s discuss our strange encounter. Mart did so much dancing around out on the platform that we had no chance to talk about it.”
“Well, I didn’t want to get left,” protested Martha.
“Of course we did,” laughed Nancy.
“Can you figure out the mystery at all. Nan?” asked Jeanette.