The Great Northern could not check its schedule to suit the convenience of two dead-head passengers.
"Quick, Van," said Ralph, seizing the arm of his companion—" hurry, we shall be left."
"Left—how? where?" inquired Van, resisting, and with a vague stare.
"To the locomotive. We must get back, you know. They won't wait."
"What have I got to do with the locomotive?"
"You just jumped from it."
"Who did?"
"You."
"You're dreaming!" pronounced Van. "What you giving me—or I've been dreaming," he muttered, passing his hand over his forehead again.
Ralph suddenly realized that Van regarded him as an entire stranger, that time and explanation alone could restore a friendly, comprehensive basis.
He gave Griscom the go ahead signal. The engineer looked puzzled, but there was no time to waste, for the tracks were now signaled clear ahead. He put on steam and the train moved on its way, leaving Ralph and Van behind.
The boy paid no further attention to locomotive or Ralph. He struggled to his feet, and
