“What is stranger still, two other girls were awakened in the same manner.”
“You had upper berths?”
“Yes.”
“There were glass ventilator windows above you?”
“Yes.”
“Probably the light from a switch tower shining in.”
“It was too bright for that. It was so bright it was crimson. It was like—it was like the crimson flash that fell on the tiger that other night!”
“That was strange,” Johnny smiled, but his smile told nothing.
He was not surprised when, as he met Pant a half hour later, the strange fellow said to him in a matter-of-fact tone:
“It’s the slim girl, the one that rides bareback, Millie, what is it they call her?”