"They have not only begun the search but they are almost
through," muttered Phil. "As I thought, they are not half
doing it. I guess I'll take a hand."
Phil stood up, caught his balance and began walking steadily
over the top of the swaying car. At the other end of the car he
opened the trap door which was used to push hay through for the
animals, examining its interior carefully. There was no sign of
a stranger inside, nor did he expect to find any there.
"He'll be in a place less likely to be looked into," muttered the
lad starting on again and jumping down to a flat car just ahead.
CHAPTER XXIV
CONCLUSION
"There's somebody climbing over the train," called one of the
searchers to the train manager.
All hands turned, gazing off toward Phil. He swung his hands
toward them, whereat they recognized the lad and went on about
their work.
"Wonder they saw even me!" grumbled the lad, moving slowly along.
It seemed almost impossible that one could hide on a train
like that. Here and there men were sleeping under the wagons,
and Phil made it his business to get a look into the face of
each of them. Not a man did he find who bore the slightest
resemblance to Red Larry or Bad Eye.
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