He found the way readily, having been over to the car once during
the morning while out looking for Red Larry. The night was very
dark, however, and the yards, at the end from which he approached
them, were enshrouded in deep shadows.
On down the tracks Phil could see the smoking torches where the
men were at work running the heavy cages and canvas wagons up on
the flat cars. Men were shouting and yelling, the usual
accompaniment to this proceeding, while crowds of curious
villagers were massed about the sides of the yard at that point,
watching the operations.
"That's the way I used to sit up and watch the circus get out
of town," mused Phil, grinning broadly, as he began hunting for
the sleeper where his berth was.
All at once the lights seemed to disappear suddenly from before
his eyes. Phil felt himself slowly settling to the ground.
He tried to cry out, but could not utter a sound.
Then the lad understood that he was being grasped in a
vise-like grip. That was the last he knew.
When Phil finally awakened he was still in deep,
impenetrable darkness. The train was moving rapidly,
but there seemed to the boy to be something strange and
unusual in his surroundings.
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