How long he slept he did not know, but when he awoke he found himself in the dark, and the car was rumbling along over the track.
“Oh, the train must have started!” thought Don. “I must get out.” But, when he tried, he found the door of the freight car was tightly shut. Poor Don was locked in.
[CHAPTER VII]
DON IN THE CITY
Poor Don did not know what to do. There he was, shut tightly up in a dark freight car, that was rumbling over the rails as fast as it could go.
“Well,” thought Don, in a way dogs have of thinking, “I am in a fix now. I had much better have stopped at home. Running away isn’t as much fun as I thought it was.”
He looked about the car, but he could see no way to get out. There were some boxes and barrels in one corner, but as Don went up to sniff and smell of them he could tell they had in them nothing good to eat.
My! What a rumbling the train made as it puffed along.
“I wonder where I am being taken to?” thought Don. “I guess I am in for an adventure. Well, I’ll make the best of it.”