Taking a long whip from its holder, she pretended to switch the horses.
But Connie felt very uneasy. “Veve, we must meet Miss Gordon,” she reminded her friend.
“Oh, all right,” Veve agreed, replacing the whip.
Now the two girls had been so engrossed in inspecting the beautiful coach, that they had failed to hear footsteps outside in the gravel.
Before they could climb out or say a word, the heavy door of the box car was slammed shut.
CHAPTER 9
The Golden Coach
WHEN the door of the box car slammed shut, Connie and Veve were so startled that for an instant they scarcely could think.
Then they both jumped from the coach and ran to the door.
“Let us out!” screamed Connie.