Hasn't she got out ?" "No." Thomas hurried on more quickly.

If she was booked for Springbrook, and wasn't in the train, no one knew what might have happened to her.
She might have fallen out, or been stolen, or she might have got out at the wrong station, and a terrible fear weighed on him as he hurried on.
"Hi! Mr.Dawson, come here! Is this of her, do you think ?" Thomas ran along the platform to the carriage where the station-master stood, and both looked in.

The compartment was empty, save for a little figure, huddled up fast asleep in one corner.
Thomas looked at her, and his eyes grew misty.

"Ye--es, that's of her," he answered.

He hesitated, not because he doubted, for, though the little face was flushed and tear-stained, and the dark hair all rumpled about it, it might have been his own little Lizzie again.
The men looked from the child to each other helplessly.