Joe heard other feet now pounding along the wooden platform.
“It’s Hen coming to see who I am!” thought Joe.
He looked for a hiding place. And yet to hide meant to lose the chance of taking the freight out of town.
“I saw him come up here!” some one said.
“We’ll get him,” said another. “He’s probably a burglar!”
“Tim Donovan is with Hen now,” thought Joe. “They’re both after me—the whole Bedford police force,” and in spite of his predicament he chuckled.
Just then there glided past him a freight car with a wide open door.
“Here’s my chance!” cried Joe half aloud. And the next second he made a flying leap into the moving “side-door Pullman.”
Joe Strong was on his way—whither?