"Here, Rob, you stay here with me! Where has the young rascal gone!" "Look! Oh, look!" cried Miss Brodie, clutching at Dunn's arm, her eyes wide with terror.

There before their horrified eyes was young Rob, hanging on to the window, out of which his friend Cameron was leaning, and racing madly with the swiftly moving train, in momentary danger of being dragged under its wheels.

With a cry, Dunn rushed forward.
"Merciful heavens!" cried Miss Brodie.

"Oh! he is gone!" A porter, standing with his back towards the racing boy, had knocked his feet from under him.

But as he fell, a strong hand grabbed him, and dragged him to safety through the window.
Pale and shaking, the three friends waited for the car door to be opened, and as Rob issued in triumphant possession of his friend, Miss Brodie rushed at him and, seizing him in her strong grasp, cried: "You heartless young rascal! You nearly killed me--not to speak of yourself! Here," she continued, throwing her arms about him, and giving him a loud smack, "take that for your punishment! Do you hear, you nearly killed me! I had a vision of your mangled form ground up between the wheels and the platform.