And he looked up steep pine-clad slopes to the rugged peaks of the mountains.

He heaved a sigh of relief.

Surely no one could possibly find him in a place like this.
After a while he was told to change for Quincy, and descended into a fresh, green-and-blue world edged with white clouds.

There was no town--nothing but green hills and a deep-set, unbelievable valley floor marked off with fences, and a little yellow station with a red roof, and a toy engine panting importantly in front of its one tiny baggage-and-passenger coach, with a freight car for ballast.
Jack threw back his shoulders and took a long, deep, satisfying breath.

He looked around him gloatingly and climbed into the little make-believe train, and smiled as he settled back in a seat.