The engine slowed down to a stop, the repair rig with flying horses attached less than a square away.
The baggage coach door opened. A man jumped out and started to put the box aboard.
"Hold on—through train," he yelled at Andy.
"That's all right. Quick, get aboard," he urged his companions.
Andy glanced from the windows of the coach they entered as the train started up with a jerk.
He saw the trolley wagon dash up to the platform. A police officer and some company men jumped off.
"Just in time," murmured Andy with satisfaction, as the station flashed from view.
The coach was nearly empty. He found a double seat. Miss Starr uttered a great sigh of relief. Poor Billy Blow sank down, thoroughly tired out. Midget laughed.
"I hope it's a long ride," he said.
"I'm afraid," spoke Miss Starr, "it won't be, Midge. See," and she opened a little purse, showing only a few silver coins. "I have some money in a bank in New York, but that does not help us at the present moment."