"The last. Goes out with the sleepers."
"That explains it. They are shifting us around, making up the
last section and to get us out of the way of section No. 2.
I never can keep these trains straight in my mind, they change
them so frequently. But it's better than riding in a canvas
wagon over a rough country road, isn't it, Teddy?"
"Worse," grunted the lad. "You never know when you're going to
get your everlasting bump, and you don't have any net to fall in
when you do. Hey, they're at it again!"
His words were almost prophetic.
There followed a sudden jolt, a deafening crash, accompanied by
cries from the cooks and waiters at the far end of the car.
"Get a net!" howled Teddy.
"We're off the rails," cried the performers.
"Look out for yourselves!"
Little Dimples was hurled from her stool at the lunch counter,
and launched straight toward a window from which the glass was
showering into the car.
Phil made a spring, catching her in his arms. But the impact
and the jolt were too much for him. He went down in a heap,
Little Dimples falling half over him.
He made a desperate grab for her, but the woman's skirts
slipped through his hand and she plunged on toward the far end
of the car.
Pages:
175
176
177
178
179
180
181
182
183
184
185
186
187
188
189
190
191
192
193
194
195
196
197
198
199