He caught sight of them, and waved.
"Help him in," said the R.T.O., a jovial-looking subaltern, genially--"and keep him there," he added under his voice.
"He's had all he can carry, and if he gets loose again he'll be for the high jump.

The wonder is he ever got back in time." Peter helped him up.

The subaltern glanced at his badges and smiled.
"He's in good company anyway, padre," he said.

"If you're leaving the ninety-and-nine in the wilderness, here's one to bring home rejoicing." He slammed the door.

"Right-o!" he said to the guard; "they're all aboard now." The man comprehended the action, and waved a flag.