thing like that again!" scolded Bob, getting to his feet and helping Betty up. "0f all the foolish acts! Why, you would have been struck if you'd made a misstep. What possessed you, Betty?"
"Toto," answered Betty, dimpling, brushing the dirt from her skirts and daintily shaking out the fluffy dog. "See what a darling he is, Bob. Do you suppose I could let a train run over him?"
Bob admitted, grudgingly, for he was still nervous and shaken, that Toto was a "cute mutt," and then, when they had restored him to his grateful mistress, they went on to their goal. No one had noticed Betty's narrow escape, for all had been concerned with their own safety. Betty herself was inclined to minimize the danger, but Bob knew that she might easily have been drawn under the wheels by the suction, if not actually overtaken on the track.
There was a crowd about the engine, and the grimy-faced engineer leaned from his cab, inspecting them impassively. His general attitude was one of boredom, tinged with disgust.
"Guess they've all been telling him what to do," whispered Bob, who, while only a lad, had a trick of correctly estimating situations.
Pressing their way close in, he and Betty were at last able to see what had stopped the train.
