“Oh, Connie, won’t anyone ever hear us?” wailed Veve.
No one came to open the door. In the cars nearby, the animals had started to roar again. The shouts of Connie and Veve were completely drowned out. Within a few minutes, the train began to move again.
“I guess we only stopped to take on water,” said Connie in a discouraged voice. “It wasn’t a regular station.”
“How much longer do you think we will have to stay in here?”
Connie didn’t try to answer. She really was worried. But she kept telling herself the circus couldn’t have a show without using the golden coach. When that time came, it would be unloaded and they surely would be found.
Seeking a comfortable place to sit, the girls climbed back into the rear coach seat. The steady rocking of the train made them feel rather drowsy.
Connie curled up in a ball, kitten fashion, and went to sleep. Veve made up her mind she would stay awake, but soon she had dozed off too.
However, it seemed to Connie that she scarcely had closed her eyes when someone shook her arm.
At first Veve thought she must be dreaming. The car was dark and she didn’t know where she was.
“Wake up!” commanded a voice. She was given another hard shake. “How did you get in here?”