When the last one was loaded from the wagon, a heap more lying in the office were added, pitched on indiscriminately as the train pulled under the sheds of the Union Station.
"I'll push," cried the Harvester, "and help you get them on." Hurrying as fast as he could the expressman drew the heavy truck through the iron gates and started toward the train slowing to a stop, and the Harvester pushed.

As they came down the platform they passed the dining and sleeping cars of the long train and were several times delayed by descending passengers.

Just opposite the day coach the expressman narrowly missed running into several women leading small children and stopped abruptly.

A toppling box threatened the head of the Harvester.
He peered around the truck and saw they must wait a few seconds.

He put in the time watching the people.