Both girls were feeling a little less afraid when suddenly they heard a terrific roar. Plainly it came from the car just ahead of theirs.
Veve clutched Connie’s hand. “What was that?” she whispered.
“It sounded like an old lion,” Connie said. Her teeth were chattering.
“Oh, Connie, what if it should try to break in here?”
“It won’t,” replied Connie. However, she did not feel too certain.
Other animals on the train had started to make strange noises also. Now and then something banged hard against a car wall. The girls imagined it was the lion trying to break out.
For a long while, Veve and Connie huddled together, listening. The wild animals had become quieter now.
“That old lion can’t get us,” Veve said presently. “I’m not afraid of him.” She stood up to stretch her cramped legs.
By this time, Connie felt more at ease too. As her eyes became more accustomed to the darkness, she began to gaze about the car.
“Let’s find out what has been stored in here,” she proposed. “Maybe we can find some food.”