"This has got me guessing," said Tom.
"He was tangoing around here," said Roy, pointing his flashlight to the ground, "that's sure. Maybe the little Indian walked the rail."
But an inspection of the rail showed that he had not done that, unless, indeed, the recent rain had obliterated the marks.
They examined the platform carefully, the steps, the one or two hogsheads, but no sign did they reveal.
"It gets me," said Tom, as they sat down on the edge of the platform, dangling their legs.
"He swore he wouldn't go near a railroad—remember?" said Roy, smiling a little wistfully.
Tom slowly shook his head.
"It's all my fault," said Roy.
"Meanwhile, we're losing time," said Tom.
"You don't suppose——" began Roy. "Where do you suppose that freight stopped? Here?"