We ought to be there in about twenty minutes,” observed Arnold Deering, glancing at his watch. One of his companions in the day-coach tossed the magazine he had been idly glancing through, to the top of the pile of suitcases beside him, yawned widely, and nodded without enthusiasm. “If nothing happens,” he agreed. “What’s going to happen, you chump?” “Nothing, I suppose. Only, something might. There might be an earthquake, or the train might jump the track, or——” “Or you might talk sense, Frank! As for jumping the track, this old train couldn’t jump a crack in the floor! I guess you’re wishing something would happen so you wouldn’t have to go back.”
