Quick, you go to the front and I'll go to the rear.

If you locate him, tell the trainman you want him arrested at the next station." Without another word the brothers separated and each tried to work his way to an end of the train, which was composed of five cars.

This was by no means easy, for the crowd was in no humor to be jostled or have its toes stepped upon.
"Look where you are going!" cried one stout man to Sam.

"Stop pushing me!" And then as the youngest Rover dodged out of his way he ran his ear into the big feather on a young lady clerk's immense hat.

The girl glared at him and murmured something under her breath, which was far from complimentary.