Annixter was in a turmoil of nerves lest something should go wrong; catching a train was always for him a little crisis.

He rushed ahead so furiously that when he had found his Pullman he had lost his party.

He set down his valises to mark the place and charged back along the platform, waving his arms.
"Come on," he cried, when, at length, he espied the others.

"We've no more time." He shouldered and urged them forward to where he had set his valises, only to find one of them gone.

Instantly he raised an outcry.