With a shrill shriek from the engine, and the banging of doors, it glided out of the station.

Soon its tail lights were swinging out of sight.

But the Russian and the American boy remained, while the train, with its load of free and cheerful passengers, went on toward Berlin.
"You wouldn't let me take the train.

Well, what are you going to do with me now ?" asked the boy.
His tone was as defiant as his look and if he was afraid, he didn't show it.

He wasn't afraid, as a matter of fact.