m, however, was a box ready for shipment,
with a red lantern beside it.

"I hope a train comes soon," thought Andy quite anxiously, as he caught
the echo of the repair wagon gong nearer than before.

"There's a whistle," said little Midget.

"That's so," responded Andy, bending his ear. "Going north, too. I hope
it's a train and I hope it comes along in time."

"In time for what?" inquired Midget.

Andy did not reply. He could estimate the progress of the pursuing wagon
from gong sounds and shouts in the distance. He traced its halt,
apparently at the stranded car. Then the gong sounded again.

Andy glanced down the street they had come. Two flashing, wobbling
lights gleamed in the distance, headed in the direction of the
railway station.

"They've guessed us out," said Andy. "Of course they can only delay us,
but that counts just now. If the train--"

"She's coming!" sang out Midget in a nervous, high-pitched voice.

Andy's nerves were on a severe strain. A locomotive rounded a curve. The
trolley wagon was still a quarter-of-a-mile distant.

The engine slowed down to a stop, the repair rig with flying horses
attached less than a square away.

The baggage coach door opened. A man jumped out and started to put the
box aboard.

"Hold on--through train," he yelled at Andy.

"That's all right. Quick, get aboard," he urged his companions.

Andy glanced from the windows of the coach they entered as the train
started up with a jerk.

He saw the trolley wagon dash up to the platform. A police officer and
some company men jumped off.

"Just in time," murmured Andy with satisfaction, as the station flashed
from view.

The coach was nearly empty. He found a double seat. Miss Starr uttered a
great sigh of relief. Poor Billy Blow sank down, thoroughly tired out.
Midget laughed.

"I hope it's a long ride," he said.

"I'm afraid," spoke Miss Starr, "it won't be, Midge. See," and she
opened a little purse, showing only a few silver coins. "I have some
money in a bank in New York, but that does not help us at the
present moment."

"I sent all I had to my poor wife," announced the clown dejectedly.

"That's all right," broke in Andy cheerily. "Here's a route list," and
he picked up a timetable from the next seat. "Can you tell me where this
train is bound for?" he inquired politely of a gentleman occupying the
opposite seat.

"Baltimore."

"That sounds good," said Miss Starr. "There was a show there last we