“Do you suppose Miss Gordon will tell our folks that we’re missing? Then they might look for us.”
“But they can’t find us,” Connie said dismally. “We must be a hundred miles from Shady Hollow by this time. Maybe two hundred. The only persons we can expect to find us now are the circus folk.”
Both girls were very tired and worried. But they were careful not to blame each other for their predicament. They knew they both had been equally careless in climbing into the car.
Gradually, it became darker in the golden coach where the children sat. Too discouraged to play games, they merely rode in silence.
Then suddenly, the car gave several little jerks as it rolled along.
“The engineer is putting on the brakes!” cried Veve. “We’re slowing down!”
With Connie close beside her, she scrambled from the coach and ran to the car door. Pressing their faces close to the cracks, they tried to see out.
“We’re stopping all right!” exclaimed Veve hopefully.
“Now someone should find us!” cried Connie. “Let’s yell as loud as we can.”
The two girls waited until the train came to a complete stop. Then they pounded as hard as they could on the door and shouted.