“Open the door!” shouted Veve.
The man who had locked them in by accident did not hear. He had walked away. With the door closed, the box car was very dark.
Badly frightened, the two girls beat on the door with their fists. But they could not force it open.
“Oh, why doesn’t someone let us out?” wailed Connie.
Even as she spoke, the car gave a hard jolt. Veve nearly was thrown from her feet.
“The engine is being hooked on!” she cried. “Oh, Connie, we’ll be carried away with the circus.”
Connie was nearly as terrified as her little friend. Frequently she had remarked that she would like to go away with a circus. Of course, she hadn’t really meant it. And certainly she didn’t wish to be carried away in a locked box car.
“What will Miss Gordon think?” she gasped. “She will wait and wait at the car for us, and we’ll never get there.”
Frantically, the two girls began to beat on the door again with their fists. “Let us out! Let us out!” they shouted over and over.
Veve screamed as hard as she could. She even called Miss Gordon’s name, though she knew the Brownie troop leader was too far away to be of any help.