He led the way down a quiet street. After walking about four squares they reached railroad tracks and a little station. This was locked up and dark within. On the platform, however, was a box ready for shipment, with a red lantern beside it.
"I hope a train comes soon," thought Andy quite anxiously, as he caught the echo of the repair wagon gong nearer than before.
"There's a whistle," said little Midget.
"That's so," responded Andy, bending his ear. "Going north, too. I hope it's a train and I hope it comes along in time."
"In time for what?" inquired Midget.
Andy did not reply. He could estimate the progress of the pursuing wagon from gong sounds and shouts in the distance. He traced its halt, apparently at the stranded car. Then the gong sounded again.
Andy glanced down the street they had come. Two flashing, wobbling lights gleamed in the distance, headed in the direction of the railway station.
"They've guessed us out," said Andy. "Of course they can only delay us, but that counts just now. If the train—"
"She's coming!" sang out Midget in a nervous, high-pitched voice.
Andy's nerves were on a severe strain. A locomotive rounded a curve. The trolley wagon was still a quarter-of-a-mile distant.